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Earnestly desiring.
2 Cor. 5:2.
O could our thoughts and wishes fly
Above these gloomy shades,
To those bright worlds beyond the sky,
Which sorrow ne’er invades!
2 There joys, unseen by mortal eyes,
Or reason’s feeble ray,
In ever-blooming prospect rise,
Unconscious of decay.
3 Lord, send a beam of light divine,
To guide our upward aim!
With one reviving touch of thine,
Our languid hearts inflame.
4 Then shall, on faith’s sublimest wing,
Our ardent wishes rise
To those bright scenes where pleasures spring,
Immortal to the skies.
Mrs. Steele.