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My soul with ardour thirsts for thee,
Thou God of truth and righteousness;
Thy voice to hear, thy glory see,
To feel the power of quickening grace.
Were I of every good possessed,
Yet poor would be my treasure here;
Nor heaven itself could make me blessed,
Did I not see thy glory there.
Thou art my shield, and thou my sun,
To guard and guide my doubtful way;
Dark is the night if thou art gone,
Thy presence makes it shining day.
Thou art the source of all my joys,
To thee in deep distress I call;
Thy goodness all my thoughts employs,
My God, my portion and my all.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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1818
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 63:2; Ps 84:11;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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ARIZONA
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8 8 8 8 (L.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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| # 910 | Bb | | # 532 | F | | # 474 | F | | # 341 | F | | # 430 | No key |
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