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Before a Journey

Forth at Thy call, O Lord, I go, Thy counsel to fulfil: ’Tis all my business here below, Father, to do Thy will.

To do Thy will, while here I make My short, unfix’d abode, An everlasting home I seek, A city built by God.

O, when shall I my Canaan gain, The land of promised ease, And leave this world of sin and pain, This howling wilderness!

Come to my help, come quickly, Lord, For whom alone I sigh; O, let me hear the gracious word, And get me up, and die!