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“And the Lord went his way.”  Gen. 18. 33

J. Hart                            C.M.

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When Jesus, with his mighty love,
Visits my troubled breast,
My doubts subside, my fears remove,
And I’m completely blest;

2
[I love the Lord with mind and heart,
His people and his ways;
Envy, and pride, and lust depart,
And all his works I praise;]

3
Nothing but Jesus I esteem;
My soul is then sincere;
And everything that’s dear to him,
To me is also dear.

4
But ah! when these short visits end,
Though not quite left alone,
I miss the presence of my Friend,
Like one whose comfort’s gone.

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[I to my own sad place return,
My wretched state to feel;
I tire, and faint, and mope, and mourn,
And am but barren still.]

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More frequent let thy visits be,
Or let them longer last;
I can do nothing without thee;
Make haste, O God, make haste.