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Now, a new creature

Now, a new creature, I in Christ am born,
     The old man stripped away; — I am new-made;
And mounting in me, like the sun at morn,
     Love breaks my heart, even as a broken blade:
Christ, First and Only Fair, from me hath shorn
     My will, my wits, and all that in me stayed,
     I in His arms am laid,
     I cry and call —
     ‘O Thou my All,
O let me die of Love!’

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