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Isaac Watts - Hymn 71
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Christ found in the street, and brought to the church.

SS 3:1-5 

Often I seek my Lord by night,
Jesus, my Love, my soul`s delight;
With warm desire and restless thought
I seek him oft, but find him not.

Then I arise and search the street,
Till I my Lord, my Savior meet:
I ask the watchmen of the night,
"Where did you see my soul`s delight?"

Sometimes I find him in my way,
Directed by a heav`nly ray;
I leap for joy to see his face,
And hold him fast in mine embrace.

[I bring him to my mother`s home,
Nor does my Lord refuse to come
To Zion`s sacred chambers, where
My soul first drew the vital air.

He gives me there his bleeding heart,
Pierced for my sake with deadly smart;
I give my soul to him, and there
Our loves their mutual tokens share.]

I charge you, all ye earthly toys,
Approach not to disturb my joys;
Nor sin nor hell come near my heart,
Nor cause my Savior to depart.
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