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L. M.

In the world, but not of it.

Reed.

O that I could for ever dwell,

Delighted, at the Saviour’s feet;

Behold the form I love so well,

And all his tender words repeat!

2 The world shut out from all my soul,

And heaven brought in with all its bliss,

O! is there aught from pole to pole,

One moment to compare with this?

3 This is the hidden life I prize—

A life of penitential love;

When I my follies most despise,

And raise my highest thoughts above?

4 When all I am I clearly see,

And freely own with deepest shame;

When the Redeemer’s love to me

Kindles within a deathless flame.

5 Thus would I live till nature fail,

And all my former sins forsake;

Then rise to God within the vail,

And of eternal joys partake.

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