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Whither shall I go from thy Spirit
Where would I go from Thee? Thou lov'st me hereWith love the heaven of heavens cannot contain;
Where can I go where Thou wilt not be near,
Who doth from hour to hour my life sustain?
I cannot leave Thee; Thou dost call me up,
When the first blush of morn is on the sky;
Thou mak'st my noon, at even bid'st me sup,
And when I sleep I know that Thou art nigh;
And what then can I want O Lord, but Thee?
Thy word shall be henceforth my daily bread,
From every other want it makes me free;
I will for it my heart wide open spread;
Till it shall enter there, and there abide,
And cleanse thy temple with its healing tide.
Poem No. 809; c. January 1839
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