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871.

[Come heavenly Dove]

O that I had wings like a dove, &c. —lv. 6.

Come heavenly Dove,
My soul remove
From life's severe distresses,
To that glorious rest above,
To my Lord's embraces!
Saviour, to Thee
I fain would flee,
I would be always praising,
Spend a whole eternity
In worshipping, and gazing!