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BREATHE on my Wreath, blest Spirit, let the
Warm from Thy burning altar, now inspire
I cannot doubt, blest Lord, that I am Thine, Humbly believing, I can call Thee mine.
Like a deep tide Thy beauteous glories roll, And fill with heavenly joy my raptured soul. Shrined in my inmost heart, Thy name shall be
A bed of sweets, and holy fragrancy.
Lord, I shall meet Thee soon, these mortal
Withont a veil, shall see Thee in the skies!
This earthly frame shall Thy full image bear, Know Thy deep love and all Thy glory share. The Father's grace chose a pure bride for thee, Ere worlds were made, or man was formed to
And every member of Thy church shall shine A living star, with lustre all divine;
Shall dwell with Thee in ages yet to come,
Bought by Thy blood to share Thy heavenly home.