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L. M.
The love of Christ constraineth.
2 Cor. 5:14.
Lord, when my thoughts delighted rove
Amid the wonders of thy love,
Sweet hope revives my drooping heart,
And bids intruding fears depart.
2 For mortal crimes a sacrifice,
The Lord of life, the Saviour dies;
What love! what mercy! how divine!
Jesus, and can I call thee mine?
3 Repentant sorrows fill my heart,
But mingling joy allays the smart;
O, may my future life declare
This sorrow and the joy sincere.
4 Be all my heart and all my days
Devoted to my Saviour’s praise;
And let my glad obedience prove
How much I owe, how much I love.
Mrs. Steele.