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THE HOLY SPIRIT.
5 I love thee, my Saviour, I love thee my
Lord,
I love chy dear people, thy ways and thy
word;
With tender emotion I love sinners too,
Since Jesus has died to redeem them from
woe.
6 My Jesus is precious, I cannot forbear,
Though sinners despise me, his love to de­
clare ;
His love overwhelms me, had I wings I’d fly,
To praise him in mansions prepared in the
sky.
7 Then millions of ages my soul would employ
In praising my Jesus, my love and my joy,
Without interruption, when all the glad
throng,
With pleasures unceasing unite in the song
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The sight of God and Christ in heaven,.
- r^ESCBND from heaven, immortal Dove,
Stoop down, and take us on thy wings,
And mount and bear us far above
The reach of these inferior things;—
2 Beyond, beyond this lower sky,
tip where eternal ages roll,
Where solid pleasures never die
And fruits immortal feast the soul.
3 O for a sight, a pleasing sight,
Of our Almighty Father’s throne ;
There sits our Saviour, crowned with light,
Clothed in a body like our own.
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