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L. M.
In the world, but not of it.
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.
Reed.