Seems not for earth—or me!

His lips flame truth from heaven,

And vanity

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Seem all my thoughts and prayers

When He but speaks Thy Law;

Out of my heart the tares

Are torn by awe!

I cannot look upon Him,

So strangely burn His eyes—

Hath not some grieving drawn Him

From Paradise?

For Thee, for Thee I'd live, Lord!

Yet oft I almost fall

Before Him—Oh, forgive, Lord,

My sinful thrall!

But e'en when He was nursing,

A baby at my breast,

It seemed He was dispersing

The world's unrest.

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