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On the desert mountain straying,
Far, far from home,
Heard I there a sweet voice, saying,
�Why wilt Thou roam?�
�Twas my bless�d Lord that sought me,
Out of sin to grace He brought me,
Oh the glad, new song He taught me,
Praise, praise His Name.
At a throne of mercy kneeling,
Sad and oppressed,
Came that voice, to me revealing
Hope, life and rest.
�Twas my bless�d Lord that sought me,
Out of sin to grace He brought me,
Oh the glad, new song He taught me,
Praise, praise His Name.
Oft I heard that voice repeating,
�I am the Way.
Tarry not, the hours are fleeting,
Come, come today.�
�Twas my bless�d Lord that sought me,
Out of sin to grace He brought me,
Oh the glad, new song He taught me,
Praise, praise His Name.
When from glory unto glory
My flight shall be,
Still I�ll sing the precious story,
Savior, of Thee.
�Twas my bless�d Lord that sought me,
Out of sin to grace He brought me,
Oh the glad, new song He taught me,
Praise, praise His Name.
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PRAISE PRAISE HIS NAME
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