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Saviour divine, now from above,
Assist me with thy heav'nly grace;
Empty my heart of earthly love,
And for thyself prepare the place.
O! let thy sacred presence fill,
And set my longing spirit free,
Which seeks to have no other will,
But day by day to follow thee.
While now on trial here below,
No other good will I pursue;
I bid this world of noise and show,
With all its glitt'ring snares adieu.
That path with patient care I seek,
In which my Saviour's footprints shine;
Nor could I trust, nor would I speak
Of any other way than thine.
Henceforth may no profane delight
Divide this consecrated soul;
Possess it, thou who hast the right,
As Lord and master of the whole.
Naught that's of earth do I desire,
But let thy spirit with me rest;
Only for this will I inquire,
And thus with thee I shall be blest.