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AN HYMN TO JESUS,
From the French.
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I
Come, Saviour Jesus, from above,Assist me with Thy Heav'nly Grace;
Withdraw my Heart from worldly Love,
And for Thyself prepare the Place!
II
Lord, let Thy Sacred Presence fillAnd set my longing Spirit free,
That pants to have no other Will,
But Night and Day to think on Thee!
III
Where'er Thou leadest, I'll pursueThro' all Retirements or Employs;
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And all its vain delusive Joys.
IV
That Way with humble Speed I'll walkWherein my Saviour's Footsteps shine;
Nor will I hear, nor will I talk
Of any other Love but Thine.
V
To Thee my longing Soul aspires;To Thee I offer all my Vows:
Keep me from false and vain Desires,
My God, my Saviour, and my Spouse!
VI
Henceforth, let no profane DelightDivide this consecrated Soul!
Possess it Thou Who hast the Right,
As Lord and Master of the Whole!
VII
Wealth, Honours, Pleasures, or what elseThis short-enduring World can give,
Tempt as they will, my Heart repells,
To Thee alone resolv'd to live.
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VIII
Thee one may love, and Thee alone,With inward Peace and Holy Bliss;
And when Thou tak'st us for Thy Own,
Oh, what a Happiness is this!
IX
Nor Heav'n nor Earth do I desire,Nor Mysteries to be reveal'd;
'Tis Love that sets my Heart on Fire;
Speak Thou the Word, and I am heal'd!
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All other Graces I resign,Pleas'd to receive, pleas'd to restore.
Grace is Thy Gift; it shall be mine
The Giver only to adore.
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