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The fountain in its source,
No drought of summer fears;
The farther it pursues its course,
The nobler it appears.
But shallow cisterns yield
A scanty, short supply;
The morning sees them amply filled,
At evening they are dry.
The cisterns I forsake,
O Fount of bliss, for thee;
My thirst with living waters slake,
And drink eternity.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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1667
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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| 1854 | # 240 | | 1851 | # 411 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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SILCHESTER
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Key
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| # 55 | D | | # 86 | D | | # 242 | D | | # 363 | Eb | | # 722 | No key | | # 682.1 | No key |
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