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1 Cor. 6. 19.
What, know ye not that your body is the Temple of the Holy Ghost which is in you, which ye have of God; and yee are not your own?
Lord, what an humble God art thou,
Thus to descend
And be my friend,
Yea, more then friend, mine In-mate now?
Thus to descend
And be my friend,
Yea, more then friend, mine In-mate now?
Dost not enough thy self abase,
To look on me,
But I must be
Thy Temple and thy dwelling place?
To look on me,
But I must be
Thy Temple and thy dwelling place?
This my vile Body thou dost take,
And thinkest fit
To honor it,
And for thy use a house it make.
And thinkest fit
To honor it,
And for thy use a house it make.
Henceforth I'l prize this house of thine
At a high rate,
Being consecrate
To thee, and count it no more mine.
At a high rate,
Being consecrate
To thee, and count it no more mine.
Not any part thereof shall be
An instrument
To sin, but bent
In holy wayes to wait on thee.
An instrument
To sin, but bent
In holy wayes to wait on thee.
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The windowes in't shall be mine eyes
Through which I'l see
My God, thou me;
My tongue shall offer Sacrifice.
Through which I'l see
My God, thou me;
My tongue shall offer Sacrifice.
My lips the Calves which I will pay
To thee my Lord,
And every word
Well weigh'd I'l on thine Altar lay.
To thee my Lord,
And every word
Well weigh'd I'l on thine Altar lay.
My Lungs the bellowes which shall blow
The holy fire
Of my desire,
Till to a lively flame it grow.
The holy fire
Of my desire,
Till to a lively flame it grow.
My Prayer as Incense shall ascend,
And every room
In me perfume,
That no ill savour thee offend.
And every room
In me perfume,
That no ill savour thee offend.
My heart shall be the Holocaust,
My hands shall bring
An Offering
And all shall serve the Holy Ghost.
My hands shall bring
An Offering
And all shall serve the Holy Ghost.
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