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Love. 381
To the cross He came to bless thee; Let His love, my soul, possess thee !
Lord ! each thought and inclination,
All my heart and will inspire, That my soul, Thy new creation,
Thee may serve with pure desire ; Daily Thy great love reviewing, Daily thus my sins subduing !
A rth ur Tozer Russell. 1851. |
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CCCLVI.
Eternal God, of beings First, Of all created good the Spring,
For Thee I long, for Thee I thirst, My Love, my Saviour, and my King!
Thine is a never-failing store ;
If God be mine, I ask no more.
The fairest world of light on high Reflection makes but faint of Thine ;
The glorious tenants of the sky
In God's own beams transported shine :
But, shouldst Thou wrap Thy face in shade,
Soon all their life and lustre fade.
Thy Presence makes celestial day, And fills each raptur'd soul with bliss ;
Night would prevail, were God away, And spirits pine in Paradise !
In vain would all the angels try
To fill Thy room, Thy lack supply. |
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