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Odes of Solomon: Ode 40
A song of praise without equal.
1.As the honey distills from the comb of the bees, 2 And the milk flows from the woman that loves her children; 3 So also is my hope on Thee, my God. 4 As the fountain gushes out its water, 5 So my heart gushes out the praise of the Lord and my lips utter praise to Him, and my tongue His psalms. 6 And my face exults with His gladness, and my spirit exults in His love, and my soul shines in Him: 7 And reverence confides in Him; and redemption in Him stands assured: 8 And His inheritance is immortal life, and those who participate in it are incorrupt. Hallelujah.