Far from my thoughts, vain world, begone!
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Far from my thoughts, vain world, begone!Let my religious hours alone:Fain would mine eyes my Saviour see;I wait a visit, Lord, from thee.
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My heart grows warm with holy fire,And kindles with a pure desire:Come, my dear Jesus! from above,And feed my soul with heavenly love.
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Blest Saviour, what delicious fare!How sweet thine entertainments are!Never did angels taste, above,Redeeming grace and dying love.