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How long shall dreams of creature-bliss
Our flattering hopes employ,
And mock our fond, deluded eyes
With visionary joy?
Why from the mountains and the hills
Is our salvation sought?
While our eternal Rock’s forsook,
And Israel’s God forgot.
The living spring neglected flows
Full in our daily view,
Yet we, with anxious, fruitless toil,
Our broken cisterns hew.
These fatal errors, gracious God,
With gentle pity see;
To thee our roving eyes direct,
And fix our hearts on thee.
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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