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69. O God, whose favorable eye
Hymn 69
O God, whose favorable eye The sin–sick soul revives; Holy and heav’nly is the joy Thy shining presence gives.
Not such as hypocrites suppose, Who with a graceless heart, Taste not of thee, but drink a dose Prepared by Satan’s art.
Intoxicating joys are theirs, Who while they boast their light, And seem to soar above the stars, Are plunging into night.
Lulled in a soft and fatal sleep, They sin, and yet rejoice; Were they indeed the Savior’s sheep, Would they not hear his voice?
Be mine the comforts, that reclaim The soul from Satan’s pow’r; That make me blush for what I am, And hate my sin the more.
’Tis joy enough, my All in All, At thy dear feet to lie; Thou wilt not let me lower fall, And none can higher fly.