Look -- I do nothing; He performs all deedsAnd He endures the pain when my heart bleeds.When He draws near and grants you an audienceShould you hang back in tongue-tied diffidence?When will your cautious heart consent to goBeyond the homely boundaries you know?O slave, if He should show His love to you,Love which His deeds perpetually renew,You will be nothing, you will disappear --Leave all to Him who acts, and have no fear.If there is any "you", if any wraithOf self persists, you've strayed outside our faith.
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