* * * Lord, let me not thy courts depart, Nor quit thy mercy-seat, Before I feel thee in my heart, And there the Saviour meet. Water the seed in weakness sown, And ever more improve: Make me a garden of thine own; May ev'ry flow'r be love! O send my soul in peace away; For both my Lord hath bought: And let my heart, exhulting, say, I've found the pearl I sought! |
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