Go, where thou pleasest, mighty Love;
In thee are life's eternal springs;
Thou art the true, the heavenly Dove.
If there are hidden depths below.
If heights and pinnacles in heaven;
The heavenly heights 'tis thine to know,
To Thee the lowest depths are given.
If lines could bound Thee, life would die;
If bars could hold Thee, heaven would cease;
For heaven doth live with Love's supply;
And life goes out with Love's release.
Go, where Thou pleasest, heavenly Dove!
And angels, from their thrones of light,
In depths below and heights above.
Shall guard, but never bound thy flight.
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