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THE GLORIOUS GIFT OF GOD, by            
First Line: Jesus, my lord, my chief delight
Last Line: It never should from thence depart.
Subject(s): Jesus Christ

Jesus, my Lord, my chief delight!
For Thee I long, for Thee I pray,
Amid the shadows of the night,
Amid the business of the day.

When shall I see Thy smiling face,
That face which often I have seen?
Arise, Thou Sun of righteousness!
Scatter the clouds that intervene.

Thou art the glorious gift of God.
To sinners weary and distressed;
The first of all His gifts bestowed,
And certain pledge of all the rest.

Could I but say, "This gift is mine!"
The world should lie beneath my feet;
Though poor, no more would I repine,
Or look with envy on the great.

This precious jewel I would keep,
And lodge it deep within my heart;
At home, abroad, awake, asleep,
It never should from thence depart.

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