O how I long with Christ to be
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O how I long with Christ to be,And in his presence rest!He draws my soul most wondrously;I to his bosom haste.
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Me for thy coming, Lord, prepare;Grant I may ready beWhene'er thou comest, without fearTo meet and welcome thee.
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Meanwhile may I in spirit viewThy sufferings, cross, and death;These to my heart be daily new,While thou shalt give me breath.
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Thus will my wants be well supplied,Thus will my soul with graceAbundantly be satisfied,And kept in heavenly peace.