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Thou hidden love of God, whose height,
Whose depth unfathomed, no man knows,
How beauteous seems thy distant light,
In which admiring saints repose;
Onward I strive, nor can I be
At rest until I rest in thee.
Thy secret voice invites me still
The sweetness of thy yoke to prove;
And fain I would; but though my will
Seem fixed, yet wide my passions rove;
Yet hindrances strew all the way;
I aim at thee, yet thee astray.
‘Tis mercy all, that thou hast brought
My mind to seek her peace in thee:
Yet, while I seek, but find thee not,
No peace my wanderings soul shall see.
O when shall all my wanderings end.
Is there a thing beneath the sun
That strives with thee my heart to share?
Lord, tear it thence, and reign alone,
Sovereign of every motion there;
Grant me from earthly idols free,
To find my chief delight in thee.
Each moment draw from earth away
My heart, that lowly waits thy call;
Speak to my inmost soul, and say,
“I am thy Life, thy God, thy All:”
To know thee, love thee, feel thee nigh,
Be this my everlasting joy.
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1851 | # 385 | | 1853 | # 571 |
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REST (MAGDALEN)
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8 8 8 8 8 8
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Dates:
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1875
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 197 | No key | | # 69 | C | | # 318 | C | | # 544 | C | | # 140 | C | | # 290 | C | | # 600 | C | | # 825 | Db | | # 428 | Db |
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