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HYMN XXX.

[Weary world, when will it end]

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To—“Ministerial spirits, come.”

Weary world, when will it end,
Destined to the purging fire!
Fain I would to heaven ascend,
Thitherward I still aspire:
Saviour, this is not my place,
Let me die to see Thy face.

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O cut short the work in me,
Make a speedy end of sin,
Set my heart at liberty,
Bring the heavenly nature in:
Seal me to redemption's day,
Bear my new-born soul away.
For this only thing I wait,
This for which I here was born,
Raise me to my first estate,
Bid me to Thy arms return:
Let me to Thine image rise,
Give me back my paradise.
For Thine only love I pant,
God of love Thyself reveal,
Love, Thou know'st, is all I want,
Now my only want fulfil,
Answer now Thy Spirit's cry,
Let me love my God and die.