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aspiration.
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ASPIRATION.
Author of all my blessings here!
Whose word can stay the bitter tear;
Source of my life! my Strength! my All!
On thy dread name my voice would call.

Endued with virtue's high desires,
The deathless soul to heaven aspires:
Above the scenes of earth it soars,
And there its glorious King adores.

O! let not sin my spirit stain;
Let me not read Thy word in vain:
Let me from error's touch be free;
And fix my steadfast heart on Thee.

Earth! with thy glittering dust, away!
Not for thy dazzling gifts I pray:
But may the gem alone be given,
Whose brightness lights my path to heaven.