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Isaac Watts - Hymn 93Isaac Watts - Hymn 93
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God all, and in all. Psa. 73:25 My God, my life, my love! To thee, to thee I call; I cannot live if thou remove, For thou art all in all. [Thy shining grace can cheer This dungeon where I dwell: `Tis paradise when thou art here; If thou depart, `tis hell.] [The smilings of thy face, How amiable they are! `Tis heav`n to rest in thine embrace, And no where else but there.] [To thee, and thee alone, The angels owe their bliss They sit around thy gracious throne, And dwell where Jesus is.] [Not all the harps above Can make a heav`nly place, If God his residence remove, Or but conceal his face.] Nor earth, nor all the sky, Can one delight afford, No, not a drop of real joy, Without thy presence, Lord. Thou art the sea of love Where all my pleasures roll, The circle where my passions move, And center of my soul. [To thee my spirits fly With infinite desire; And yet how far from thee I lie! Dear Jesus, raise me higher.]
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