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It cannot be! Is this the Heart That swelled so late with mighty Joy? Lord, if Thou needs must use thy Dart, Spare thy own Gifts, and Sin destroy.

The Greater World knows no Decay; But thy Diviner World of Grace A new Creator ev'ry Day Thou suddenly dost rear or rase.

Set up thy Kingdom in my Heart, That all my Pow'rs thy Sway may own: For ah! my Lord, if Thou depart, Strait rebel Nature mounts thy Throne.

Tho' Heav'n be mov'd, may I remain Stedfast, and centred firm on Thee: Here six thy Court, and still maintain A standing Majesty in me!