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Implant it deep within,
Whence it may ne'er remove,
The perfect law of love.
3 O for a lowly contrite heart,
Believing, true and clean! Which neither life nor death can part • . From him that dwells within.
4 A heart in ev'ry thought renew'd,
And full of love divine;
A copy, Lord of thine.