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His are the thousand sparkling rills




His are the thousand sparkling rills
That from a thousand fountains burst,
And fill with music all the hills;
And yet He saith, I thirst.


All fiery pangs on battlefields;
On fever beds where sick men toss,
And in that human cry He yields
To anguish on the cross.


But more than pains
that racked Him then,
Was the deep longing thirst divine
That thirsted for the souls of men:
Dear Lord! and one was mine.


O Love most patient, give me grace;
Make all my soul athirst for Thee;
That parched dry lip, that fading face,
That thirst, were all for me.

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 8 8 6
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates: 1875
      Bible Refs: Jn 19:28;
      MUSIC
      Name: ISLEWORTH
      Meter: 8 8 8 6
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1765
        SCORE PREVIEW
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        LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
        Hymn/Song Book Song # Key
        # 345F
        ALTERNATIVE TUNES
        Name meter
        8 8 8 6
        8 8 8 6
        8 8 8 6
        8 8 8 6

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