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HYMN LIV.

[Son of God, to Thee I pray]

Son of God, to Thee I pray,
Ready to put off my clay,
Make to Thee my last request,
Languishing for endless rest.
Might I on my Lord reclined
Hope at my departure find,
Peace that pain and death defies,
Love, and life that never dies.
Whisper to my parting soul
By Thy bleeding stripes made whole,
Thou who didst my sins remove,
Hast prepared my place above.

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Thou hast been the sinner's Friend,
Thou hast loved me to the end,
Purchased by Thy dying groan,
Thou art come to claim Thine own.
Kindly then Thine own receive,
With my loving Lord to live,
Kiss my raptured soul away,
Bear me to eternal day.
Whom have I in heaven but Thee?
Take me up Thy face to see;
Then the utmost bliss is given,
Then I reach the highest heaven.