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Lord, all my heart is fix'd on Thee,
I pray Thee, be not far from me,
With grace and love divine.
The whole wide world delights me not,
Of heaven or earth, Lord, ask I not,
If only Thou art mine;
And though my heart be like to break,
Thou art my trust that nought can shake,
My portion, and my hidden joy,
Whose cross could all my bonds destroy;
Lord Jesus Christ!
My God and Lord! My God and Lord!
Forsake me not who trust Thy word!
Rich are Thy gifts! 'Twas God that gave
Body and soul, and all I have
In this poor life I live;
That I may use them to Thy praise,
And man's true welfare all my days,
Thy grace I pray Thee give;
From all false doctrine keep me, Lord;
All lies and malice from me ward;
In every cross uphold Thou me,
That I may bear it patiently;
Lord Jesus Christ!
My God and Lord! My God and Lord!
In death Thy comfort still afford.
Ah Lord, let Thy dear angels come
At my last end to bear me home
To Paradise for aye;
And in its narrow chamber keep
My body safe in painless sleep
Until Thy judgment Day;
And then from death awaken me,
That these mine eyes with joy may see,
O Son of God, Thy glorious face,
My Saviour, and my Fount of Grace!
Lord Jesus Christ!
Receive my prayer, receive my prayer,
Thy love for ever I'll declare.
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8 8 6 8 8 6 8 8 8 8 4 8 8
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1594,1863
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