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1. My God, permit me not to be
A stranger to myself and thee;
Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove,
Forgetful of my highest love.
2. Why should my passions mix with earth,
And thus debase my heav'nly birth?
Why should I cleave to things below.
And all my purest joys forego?
3. Call me away from flesh and sense;
Thy grace, O Lord, can draw me thence:
I would obey the voice divine,
And all inferior joys resign.