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Publishing Committee · Rochester, N. Y. · Oct 14, 1852

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 3, No. 12.

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HEAVEN DESIRED.

O, LEND me the wings of a dove, To fly from these regions of woe; My hopes and my joys are above, And thither my spirit would go. I long with my Saviour to rest, Beyond the assault of my foes, And lean with a smile on his breast; No pillow can yield such repose.
How pleased and how blest should I be To gaze on his beauteous face; While love and compassion to me Lend every expression a grace. No cloud should bewilder my sight. No sigh from my heart should arise; But filled with extatic delight, All tears should be wiped from my eyes.
Ah, then I should cease to offend The Saviour I love and adore; His grace, without limit or end, Should reign in my heart evermore. All pure as the angels above, Each thought should exult in his name; Each passion resigned to his love, With rapture his name should proclaim.