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CHRIST IN THE HEART.
Christ in the heart,—Ah, this gives rest,
And fills with ease the troubled breast,
Constrains us joyfully to sing,
Blythe as a bird that soars on wing,
Or plumes on trees its feathered crest.
And fills with ease the troubled breast,
Constrains us joyfully to sing,
Blythe as a bird that soars on wing,
Or plumes on trees its feathered crest.
Why should I ever be distressed,
Or why with anxious thoughts oppressed,
Since from all grief this takes the sting—
Christ in the heart?
Or why with anxious thoughts oppressed,
Since from all grief this takes the sting—
Christ in the heart?
Dear God! but grant me Christ as Guest,
Then shall I be most richly blest;
And to Thy feet my life I'll bring,
And lay it there an offering,
Since of all gifts I have the best—
Christ in the heart!
Then shall I be most richly blest;
And to Thy feet my life I'll bring,
And lay it there an offering,
Since of all gifts I have the best—
Christ in the heart!
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