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There is a Stream, which issues forth
From God's eternal Throne,
And from the Lamb, a living stream
Clear as the crystal stone.
The stream doth water Paradise;
It makes the angels sing ;
One cordial drop revives my Heart;
Hence all my joys do spring.
Such joys as are unspeakable,
And full of glory too;
Such hidden manna, hidden pearls,
As worldlings do not know.
Eye hath not seen, nor ear hath heard,
From fancy 'tis concealed,
What Thou, Lord, hast laid up for Thine;
And hast to me revealed.
I see Thy face, I hear Thy voice,
I taste Thy sweetest love :
My soul doth leap : but O for wings,
The wings of Noah's dove
Then should I flee far hence away,
Leaving this world of sin !
Then should my Lord put forth His hand,
And kindly take me in !
Then should my soul with angels feast
On joys that always last!
Blest be my God, the God of joy,
Who gives me here a taste.
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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ST. FULBERT
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1849
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 108 | D | | # 205 | D | | # 8 | D | | # 189 | D | | # 48 | E | | # 1010 | E | | # 604 | E | | # 125 | E | | # 628 | Eb | | # 306 | Eb | | # 816.2 | No key |
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