My Soul I'll Pour Into Thee.

You Say To Me-wards Your Affection's Strong; Pray Love Me Little, So You Love Me Long.

Twixt Kings And Tyrants There's This Difference Known; Kings Seek Their Subjects' Good: Tyrants Their Own.

Those Saints, Which God Loves Best, The Devil Tempts Not Least.

O Thou, The Drink Of Gods And Angels! Wine

My Soul I'll Pour Into Thee.