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The Poems of John Byrom

Edited by Adolphus William Ward

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THE SOUL'S TENDENCY TOWARDS ITS TRUE CENTRE.


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Stones towards the Earth descend;
Rivers to the Ocean roll;
Ev'ry Motion has some End;—
What is thine, belovèd Soul?

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“Mine is, where my Saviour is;
There with Him I hope to dwell.
Jesus is the Central Bliss,
Love the Force That doth impel.”

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Truly, thou hast answer'd right.
Now, may Heav'ns Attractive Grace
Tow'rds the Source of thy Delight
Speed along thy quick'ning Pace!

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“Thank thee for thy gen'rous Care!
Heav'n That did the Wish inspire
Through thy instrumental Prayer
Plumes the Wings of my Desire.

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“Now, methinks, aloft I fly;
Now, with Angels bear a Part.
Glory be to God on High,
Peace to ev'ry Christian Heart!”