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Come wisdome sweet, my spirit meet, for at thy feet I fall:
Oh chiefest thing, my wealth, my wing, my rest, my ring, my all.

My love, my light, my song, my sight, my bread, my bright eternal one:
He doth not cease to give increase, with peace and ease in one.

Sin, Death and Satan, crabbed foes, are kings of woes and wrath —
As wind, fire, brimstone join in one. Our Christ all conquered hath.

O drymmed cri, a wnaethem ni, pe basit ti o Dduw
Heb ladd y tri, ath laddodd di, in llwyddo ni i fyw.

Come wisdome sweet, my spirit meet, for at thy feet I fall:
Oh chiefest thing, my wealth, my wing, my rest, my ring, my all.

My love, my light, my song, my sight, my bread, my bright eternal one:
He doth not cease to give increase, with peace and ease in one.

Sin, Death and Satan, crabbed foes, are kings of woes and wrath —
As wind, fire, brimstone join in one. Our Christ all conquered hath.

O drymmed cri, a wnaethem ni, pe basit ti o Dduw
Heb ladd y tri, ath laddodd di, in llwyddo ni i fyw.
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