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Cheer up, desponding soul,
thy longing pleased I see;
‘Tis part of that great whole,
wherewith I longed for thee:
Wherewith I longed for thee,
and left my Father's throne ;
from death to set thee free,
to claim thee for my own:
To claim thee for my own,
I suffered on the cross;
O were my love but known,
no soul could fear its loss:
No soul could fear its loss,
but filled with love divine,
would die on its own cross,
and rise for ever mine.
John Byrom (1691-1763)