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[Jesus, Thou say'st I shall receive]

Jesus, Thou say'st I shall receive
The thing for which I pray;
Then give me, Lord, Thy Spirit give,
And take my sins away:
That I may never grieve Thee more,
Thy blessed Self impart,
And stamp in perfect peace and power
Thine image on my heart.
Why should I smaller gifts request,
When all I ask is mine?
I covet earnestly the best,
The plenitude Divine:

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My swelling heart I open wide
To' admit my heavenly Friend;
Come Saviour, come in me to' abide,
Till grace in glory end.
My evil will be all cast out,
When Thou resid'st within,
Thy presence, Lord, I cannot doubt,
Extirpates inbred sin:
Out of mine inmost soul I trust
The root shall be destroy'd,
While Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
Fills all the sacred void.
Thee, the thrice holy God, I want,
And nothing less than Thee:
With infinite desire I pant
For Thy infinity:
On eagles' wings my spirit flies
To grasp its Lord above,
And faints upon Thy breast, and dies
To be dissolved in love.
The things which I desire in prayer
I surely, Lord, shall have,
All in Thy power contain'd they are,
And in Thy will to save:
The sum of my desires Thou art,
And shalt my portion be,
And fix Thy heaven within my heart
Through all eternity.