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Far from my thoughts, vain world, be gone!
Let my religious hours alone;
Fain would mine eyes my Saviour see;
I wait to visit, Lord with thee.
O! warm my heart with holy fire,
Enkindle more of pure desire;
Come, sacred Spirit, from above,
And fill my soul with heavenly love.
Hail, great Immanuel, now divine!
In thee thy Father's glories shine;
Thy glorious name shall be adored,
And every tongue confess thee Lord.