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6 But to draw near to thee, my God,
Shall be my sweet employ; ..
And tell the world my joy.
s Bleft are souls that find a place,
Within the temple of thy grace,
6 Lord, while my Saviour is within,
I at thy door would wait, Rather than dwell in tents of fin,
Or fill a throne of state.
CLXXXIX. A general Song of
Praise to God. Plalm. lxxxv. 8, 13.
I A MONG the princes, earthly Gods,
There's none hath pow'r divine;