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Oh, how the thought of God attracts And draws the heart from earth, And sickens it of passing shows And dissipating mirth! |
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'Tis not enough to save our souls, To shun th' eternal fires; The thought of God will rouse the heart To more sublime desires. |
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God only is the creature's home, Though rough and straight the road; Yet nothing less can satisfy The love that longs for God. |
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Oh, utter but the Name of God Down in your heart of hearts, And see how from the world at once All tempting light departs. |
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A trusting heart, a yearning eye, Can win their way above; If mountains can be moved by faith, Is there less power in love? |
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How little of that road, my soul! How little hast thou gone! Take heart, and let the thought of God Allure thee further on. |
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The freedom from all willful sin, The Christian's daily task; Oh! These are graces far below What longing love would ask! |
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The perfect way is hard to flesh; It is not hard to love; If thou wert sick from want of God, How swiftly wouldst thou move! |
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Then keep thy conscience sensitive; No inward token miss: And go where grace entices thee — Perfection lies in this. |