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ish, ev'ry fond am- bi- tion, All I've sought, and hoped, or known; Think what Spirit dwells with-in thee, What a Fa-ther's smile is thine, Soon shall close thy earthly mis-sion, Swift shall pass thy pilgrim days,

Yet how rich is my con-di- tion, God and heav'n are still my own!
What a Saviour died to win thee,-Child of heav'n, shouldst thou repine?
Hope shall change to glad fru-i-tion, Faith to sight, and pray'r to praise. A-men.