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L. M.
Far from my thoughts, vain world, begone.
Far from my thoughts, vain world! begone,
Let my religious hours alone:
Fain would mine eyes my Saviour see;
I wait a visit, Lord! from thee.
2 My heart grows warm with holy fire,
And kindles with a pure desire;
Come, my dear Jesus! from above,
And feed my soul with heavenly love.
3 Blest Saviour, what delicious fare—
How sweet thine entertainments are!
Never did angels taste above
Redeeming grace and dying love.
4 Hail, great Immanuel, all-divine!
In thee thy Father’s glories shine:
Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest One,
That eyes have seen, or angels known!
Watts.