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BOOK I. 3 I sometimes think myself inclined To love thee, if I could ; But often feel another mind, Averse to all that s good.

4 My best desires are faint and few, I fain would strive for more ; But when I cry, &quot; My strength renew,&quot; Seem weaker than before.

5 Thy saints are comforted, I know, And love thy house of prayer ; I therefore go where others go, But find no comfort there.

6 make this heart rejoice or ache, Decide this doubt for me ; And if it be not broken break, And heal it if it be.

1 HEAR what God the Lord hath spoken : &quot; my people, faint and few, Comfortless, afflicted, broken, Fair abodes I build for you ; Thorns of heart-felt tribulation Shall no more perplex your ways ; You shall name your walls Salvation, And your gates shall all be Praise.

2 There, like streams that feed the garden, Pleasures without end shall flow ; For the Lord, your faith rewarding, All his bounty shall bestow : Still in undisturb d possession Peace and righteousness shall reign ; Never shall you feel oppression, Hear the voice of war again.

3 Ye no more your suns descending, Waning moons no more shall see ;