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115.
[Suffice, O Lord, the season pass'd]
Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth.
—vi. 19.
Suffice, O Lord, the season pass'd;
Henceforth I every good refuse,
To this vile earth which ties me fast,
Which nature would regret to lose,
I set my heart on things above,
And want no treasure but Thy love.
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