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Rh body and precious blood of my Saviour, come and be the nourishment of my soul. As the hart panteth after the fountains of water, so my soul panteth after Thee, the fountain of life. For Thou alone art my consolation, my treasure, my happiness, my life, and my ell. Come, dear Jesus, take up Thy abode in my heart, and dwell therein all the days of my life. My heart is ready; and, were it not, one of Thy divine looks would be sufficient to prepare, soften, and inflame it. Come, Lord Jesus, come.

GOD of power and majesty! the grandeur of the heavens is as nothing in Thy sight; the earth Thou hast poised in Thy hand; the ocean is before Thee as a drop of water; all nature trembles in Thy presence! How then shall I extol