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DEAR Lord, and shall Thy Spirit rest In such a fallen heart as mine? Unworthy dwelling! glorious Guest! Favour astonishing, divine! |
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2 | Yet, the blest Comforter is nigh; ’Tis He sustains my fainting heart; Else would my hopes for ever die, And all assurance then depart. |
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3 | When some kind promise lifts my soul, Do I not find His healing voice The tempest of my fears control, And bid my drooping powers rejoice? |
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4 | Whene’er to call the Saviour mine, With ardent wish my heart aspires, Can it be less than power divine, Which animates these strong desires? |
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5 | What less than Thine almighty Word, Can raise my heart from earth and dust, And bid me cleave to Thee, my Lord, My life, my treasure and my trust? |
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Anne Steele, 1717-78 |