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Father, Saviour of mankind, Who hast on me bestowed An immortal soul, designed To be the house of God; Come, and now reside in me, Never, never to remove; Make me just and good, like thee, And full of power and love. Bid me in thy image rise, A saint, a creature new, True, and merciful, and wise, And pure, and happy too. This thy primitive design, That I should in thee be blest, Should within the arms divine For ever, ever rest. Let thy will on me be done; Fulfil my heart's desire, Thee to know and love alone, And rise in raptures higher; Thee, descending on a cloud, When with ravished eyes I see, Then I shall be filled with God To all eternity!
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