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Lord, when I quit this earthly stage,
Where shall I fly but to thy breast?
For I have sought no other home;
For I have learned no other rest.
Christ is my light, my life, my care,
My blessed hope, my heavenly prize;
Dearer than all my passions are,
Dearer than all beneath the skies.
I cannot live contented here
Without some glimpses of thy face;
And heaven, without thy presence there,
Would be a dark and tiresome place.
My God! and can an humble child,
That loves thee with a flame so high,
Be ever from thy face exiled,
Without the pity of thine eye?
Impossible!-for thine own hands
Have tied my heart so fast to thee;
And in thy book the promise stands,
That where thou art thy friends must be.
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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ROSEDALE
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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