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XXVII.

[When, O my Saviour, shall I find]

When, O my Saviour, shall I find
Planted in me Thy heavenly mind?
When wilt Thou make me as Thou art,
Lowly and meek, and pure in heart?
Till with Thy mind and Spirit bless'd
I cannot enter into rest,
Rest to my soul I cannot know,
Till fashion'd like my Lord below.
Thou Man of grief, Thou Man of love,
This wrath, desire, and pride, remove,

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My nature by Thy own expel
And in my soul for ever dwell.
Thou know'st for this alone I live,
Thy spotless image to retrieve,
With peace and wisdom from above,
With gentle, chaste, and humble love.
O Love, essentially Divine,
I nothing want when Thou art mine:
Substantial holiness Thou art,
And God inhabiting the heart.
Come then, to vindicate Thine own,
And fix in me Thy favourite throne;
Thyself my own salvation be,
My heaven through all eternity.