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C. M.
Where thou art is heaven.
Jesus hath died that I might live,
Might live to God alone;
In him eternal life receive,
And be in spirit one,
2 My soul breaks out in strong desire
The perfect bliss to prove;
My longing heart is all on fire
To be dissolved in love.
3 Give me thyself. From every boast
From every wish, set free,
Let all I am in thee be lost;
But give thyself to me.
4 Thy gifts, alas! can not suffice,
Unless thyself be given;
Thy presence makes my Paradise,
And where thou art, is heaven!
C. Wesley.