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As thirst the hart for water brooks,
So thirsts my soul, O God, for Thee;
It seeks for God, and ever looks,
|:And longs the living God to see.:|
Far from the courts of God, my tears
Have been my food by night and day,
While constantly with bitter sneers,
|:Where is thy God? the scoffers say.:|
With grief I think of days gone by,
When oft I trod the hallowed way
To Zion, praising God on high
|:With throngs who kept the holy day.:|
O why art thou cast down, my soul,
And why so troubled shouldst thou be?
Hope thou in God, and Him extol,
|:Who gives His saving help to me.:|
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.) extended
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 42;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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BACA
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 8
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Dates:
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c.1858
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