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THE SOUL'S TENDENCY TOWARDS ITS TRUE CENTRE.
421
I
Stones towards the Earth descend;Rivers to the Ocean roll;
Ev'ry Motion has some End;—
What is thine, belovèd Soul?
II
“Mine is, where my Saviour is;There with Him I hope to dwell.
Jesus is the Central Bliss,
Love the Force That doth impel.”
III
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!
IV
“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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V
“Now, methinks, aloft I fly;Now, with Angels bear a Part.
Glory be to God on High,
Peace to ev'ry Christian Heart!”
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