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I sought thee, yet from thee Irov’d; For wide my wandering thoughts were spread, Thy creatures more than thee I lov’d ; And now, if more, at length, I see, 'T is thro’ thy light, and comes from thee. 4. Give to my eyes repenting tears, Give to my heart chaste, hallow’d fires : Give to my soul, with filial fears, The love that all heaven's host inspires;
That all my powers, with all their
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JESUS, my highest treasure,