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He wants not friends that hath thy love,
And may converse and walk with thee
And with thy saints, here and above,
With whom for ever I must be.
Within the fellowship of saints
Is wisdom, safety and delight;
And when my heart declines and faints,
It's raised by their heat and light.
As for my friends, they are not lost:
The several vessels of thy fleet
Though parted now, by tempests tossed,
Shall safely in the haven meet.
We still are centred all in thee,
Though distant, members of one Head;
Within one family we be,
And by one faith and spirit led.
Before thy throne we daily meet
As joint-petitioners to thee;
In spirit each the other greet,
And shall again each other see.
The heavenly hosts, world without end,
Shall be my company above;
And thou, my best and surest Friend,
Who shall divide me from thy love?