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[My latter end is come]
To do thee good at thy latter end.
—viii. 16.
My latter end is come:
But where's the promised good?
Ah, do it, Lord, and take me home
Through Thy all-cleansing blood!
The gracious work remains
Unfinish'd, and undone:
Fill up my faith, fill up my pains,
And take me to Thy throne.
But where's the promised good?
Ah, do it, Lord, and take me home
Through Thy all-cleansing blood!
The gracious work remains
Unfinish'd, and undone:
Fill up my faith, fill up my pains,
And take me to Thy throne.
By Thy own Spirit's might
The work of faith fulfil,
With love's habitual, pure delight
I then shall do Thy will.
I then my God shall see,
With raptured saints adore,
And plunge in Thy immensity,
And bathe for evermore!
The work of faith fulfil,
With love's habitual, pure delight
I then shall do Thy will.
I then my God shall see,
With raptured saints adore,
And plunge in Thy immensity,
And bathe for evermore!
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