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Of Thee, Lord, we would never tire;
This new and living food
Can satisfy our hearts’ desire,
For life is in Thy blood.
If through the night a happy song
Our wearied spirits raise,
What greater joys
shall cause ere long
Eternal bursts of praise!
To look within and see no stain,
Abroad no guilt to trace;
To shed no tears, to feel no pain,
To see Thee face to face.
To find each hope of glory gained,
Fulfilled each precious word,
And full all to have attained
The image of our Lord.
For this we’re pressing onward still,
And in this hope would be
More subject to the Father’s will,
Lord Jesus, more like Thee.
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1981 | # 184 |
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| # 233 | G | | # 29 | G | | # 184 | G | | # 198 | No key |
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