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8 AN ODE TO THE LORD JESUS CHRIST. Thou sapphire Joy Eternal By thy side all joys Are but a heap of sightless rubbish— trinkets, toys 1 The joys of earth are like the waters of the sea t O, Babbling Fountain Pure ! The parch'd tongue pants for Thee E’en as the wounded hart doth kiss the mountain spring, I plunge in Thee, O Fount ! What solace Thou dost bring ! And as a weary child, loud sobbing on the breast Of its sweet mother dear, doth find sweet Peace and Rest, I long for thee —O Peace I O Rest Ah, lull me into calm I O, close my weary eyelids ! O thou Dewy Balm ! O Light of Glory ! ever Pure I 屿 and stainless-bright Oh make me like Thee Shining, , Spotless, lily-white 1 E’en as the dark night J t by the magic touch of Dawn Doth turn to day—a bridal vest she dons anon ;