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64 All that Heart can conceive,

Ear can hear, Eye can see,

All and more I possess,

Sweet Jesus Christ, by thee.

Heav'n Earth, and all therein,

Life, Limbs thou gavest me.

Have I not cause to sing

Jesus I thine will be?

Tho' the World tempt me fore,

And the Flesh trouble me;

The Devil would me devour,

My Refuge is to thee.

Tho Heav'n and Earth should fail,

And all perplexed be;

Thou art, and ever shalt

My Joy and Comfort be.

What can this wretched World

Replete with misery,

Yield to delight my Soul,

Made for Eternity.

All is vain, all is frail,

Compared unto thee.

All Earthly Pleasures fail:

Thou liv'st Eternally.

Thou art, my Saviour sweet,

Life and Food unto me.

A Medecin most meet,

For each Infirmity.

To my taste Honey sweet;

To my Ear melody;

Perfect Guide to my Feet;

To my Heart Jubile.