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1212.

[O thou afflicted church, forlorn]

O thou afflicted, tossed with tempest, &c. —liv. 11, 12.

O thou afflicted church, forlorn,
By tempest toss'd, by sorrow torn,
Appearing in thy last distress,
I will thy ruinous state repair,
And build thee up divinely fair,
And deck with all the gems of grace.
I lay the city's base alone,
Myself the precious Corner-stone,
Myself the Wisdom from above;
My Spirit shall in thee reside,
With gifts enrich'd and beautified,
With knowledge, holiness, and love.