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208 O come, and bless our souls indeed,
 * With light and joy and love.

The gospel's promised land is wide,
 * We fain would enter in:

But we are press d on every side
 * With unbelief and sin.

Arise, Lord, enlarge our coast,
 * Let us possess the whole,

That Satan may no longer boast
 * He can thy work control.

Oh! may thy hand be with us still.
 * Our guide and guardian be,

To keep us safe from every ill,
 * Till death shall set us free.

Help us on thee to cast our care,
 * And on thy word to rest;

That Isr'el's God, who heareth pray'r
 * Will grant us our request.

too long my heart has been
 * In follys hurtful ways;

may I now at length begin
 * To hear what Wisdom says!

'Tis Jesus, from the mercy-seat,
 * Invites me to his rest;

He calls poor sinners to his feet,
 * To make them truly blest.

Approach, my soul, to Wisdom's gates
 * While it is call'd to-day;

No one who watches there and waits
 * Shall e'er be turn'd away.

He will not let me seek in vain,
 * For all who trust his word

Shall everlasting life obtain,
 * And favour from the Lord.