O Lord, thy heavenly grace impart
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O Lord, thy heavenly grace impart,And fix my frail, inconstant heart;Henceforth my chief desire shall beTo dedicate myself to thee.
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Whate'er pursuits my time employ,One thought shall fill my soul with joy;That silent, secret thought shall beThat all my thoughts are fixed on thee.
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Thy glorious eye pervadeth space;Thy presence, Lord, fills every place;And wheresoe'er my lot may be,Still shall my spirit rest with thee.
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Renouncing every worldly thing,And safe beneath thy spreading wing,My sweetest thoughts henceforth shall be,That all I want I find in thee.