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THE DESPONDING SOUL'S WISH.
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I
My Spirit longeth for TheeWithin my troubled Breast;
Altho' I be unworthy
Of so Divine a Guest.
II
Of so Divine a GuestUnworthy tho' I be,
Yet has my Heart no Rest,
Unless it come from Thee.
III
Unless it come from Thee,In vain I look around;
In all that I can see,
No Rest is to be found.
IV
No Rest is to be found,But in Thy Blessèd Love;
O let my Wish be crown'd,
And send It from Above!
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THE ANSWER.
I
Cheer up, desponding Soul!Thy Longing, pleas'd, I see;
'Tis Part of that Great Whole
Wherewith I long'd for thee.
II
Wherewith I long'd for thee,And left My Father's Throne,
From Death to set thee free,
To claim thee for My Own.
III
To claim thee for My OwnI suffer'd on the Cross.
Oh! Were My Love but known,
No Soul could fear Its Loss.
IV
No Soul could fear Its Loss;But, fill'd with Love Divine,
Would die on its own Cross,
And rise for ever Mine.
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