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In the desert of sorrow and sin,
Lo! I faint as I journey along;
With the warfare without and within,
See my strength
and my hope nearly gone.
I thirst, let me drink,
Of the live-giving stream let me drink;
’Tis the Rock, cleft for me,
’Tis the water, the water of life.
In my weakness I turn to the fount,
From the Rock that was smitten for me;
And I drink, and I joyfully count
All my trials a blessing to be.
I thirst, let me drink,
Of the live-giving stream let me drink;
’Tis the Rock, cleft for me,
’Tis the water, the water of life.
O Thou God of compassion, I pray,
Let me ever abide in Thy sight;
Let me drink of the fount day by day,
Till I join Thee in mansions of light.
I thirst, let me drink,
Of the live-giving stream let me drink;
’Tis the Rock, cleft for me,
’Tis the water, the water of life.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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9 9 9 9 with refrain
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Dates:
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1887
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Bible Refs:
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Jn 7:37;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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IN THE DESERT OF SORROW
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Meter:
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9 9 9 9 with refrain
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Dates:
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