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O my bountiful Saviour! O my loving Redeemer! When, when shall it be, that I shall love thee perfectly? Here on Earth, I must not hope for this Happiness; but in Heaven I shall. O Heaven, Heaven! How de∣sirable art thou! Where the Love of Jesus shall eternal∣ly reign in my Soul! Where my Love shall be perfect∣ly pure, perfectly Seraphick, perfectly Extatical; and Eternal Ages shall not alter it. At present I am in Pri∣son, encompassed with a Mortal Body, and must so∣journ in a wicked World. Oh, when will that Day, that Hour, that Minute, that happy Time come, that I shall be delivered from this Dungeon, and translated to that place, where Love is all in all, where Love knows no End, no Decay, no Period; where it is pure, without Mixture; invariable, without Changes; eternal, without ceasing. Come, Lord Jesu! Come quickly!