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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. | |