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THE WORLD. 135
And yet, bright World ! thou art not wise: Oh no ! enchantress though thou art,
Thou art not skilful in thy way Of dealing with a wearied heart.
If thou hadst kept thy faith with me, I might have been thy servant still;
But slighted love and broken faith,
Poor world! these are beyond thy skill.
Oh bless thee, bless thee, treacherous World!
That thou dost play so false a part, And drive, like sheep into the fold,
Our loves into our Saviour's Heart.
This have I leaned upon, sweet Lord !
This world hath had Thy rightful place; But come, dear jealous King of love !
Come, and begin Thy reign of grace.
Banish far from me all I love,
The smiles of friends, the old fireside,
And drive me to that home of homes, The Heart of Jesus Crucified.
Take all the light away from earth, Take all that men can love from me;
Let all I lean upon give way,
That I may lean on naught but Thee.