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XLVI. Jesus, come, thou hope of glory

1 Jesus, come, thou hope of glory,
Purify me, that I
May with saints adore thee.

2 Big with earnest expectation,
Still I sit at thy feet,
Longing for salvation.

3 My poor heart vouchsafe to dwell in,
Make me thine, Love divine,
By thy Spirit's sealing.

4 Thou hast laid the sure foundation
Of my hope, build me up;
Finish thy creation.

5 From this inbred sin deliver;
Let the yoke now be broke,
Make me thine for ever.

6 Partner of thy perfect nature
let me be, now in thee,
A new spotless creature.

7 Perfect when I walk before thee,
Soon or late, then translate
To the realms of glory.

Text Information

• First Line: Jesus, come, thou hope of glory
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Topic: Petition
• Notes: Now Public Domain.

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