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Faint the earth, and parched with drought,
Make the waters, Lord, gush out!
Streams of love our thirst to bless,
Starting in the wilderness.
Long we wait Thy peace to know:
Father, bid the waters flow,
make the thirsty land a pool,
Make man's suffering spirit whole.
Hark! The wastes have found a voice;
Loneliest deserts now rejoice,
When the Lord His presence shows,
Lo, thy blossom like the rose;
See! This barren earth of ours
Buds and puts forth fruits and flowers,
Flowers of Eden, fruits of peace,
Love and Joy and Righteousness!
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7 7 7 7 D
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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