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1. Christ, of all my hopes the ground,
Christ, the spring of all my joy,
still in thee may I be found;
still for thee my powers employ.
2. Let thy love my heart inflame;
keep thy fear be fore my sight;
be thy praise my highest aim;
be thy smile my chief delight.
3. Fountain of o'erflowing grace,
freely from thy fullness give;
as I run this earthly race,
may I prove it Christ to live.
4. Thus, O God, an entrance give
to thy city, drawing nigh;
having known it Christ to live,
let me know it gain to die.
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