My God, permit me not to be
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My God, permit me not to beA stranger to myself and thee;Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove,Forgetful of my highest love.
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Why should my passions mix with earth,And thus debase my heavenly birth?Why should I cleave to things below,And let my God, my Saviour, go?
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Call me away from flesh and sense;One sovereign word can draw me thence:I would obey the voice divine,And all inferior joys resign.
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Be earth, with all her scenes, withdrawn;Let noise and vanity be gone;In secret silence of the mind,My heaven, and there my God, I find.