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As thirsts the hart for cooling flood,
So longs my soul, O living God,
To taste Thy grace;
When unto Thee shall I draw near,
O when within Thy courts appear,
And see Thy face?
How oft I led the happy throngs
That sought the house of God with songs
Of joy and praise;
I ever joined with true delight
The multitude that kept aright
The holy days.
O why, my soul, such hopelessness?
Why such disquiet and distress?
On God rely;
For I shall yet behold His face,
Who is my God, and I His grace
Will magnify.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 4 8 8 4
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Dates:
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1912
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 42:1-2;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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SNOWDEN
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Meter:
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8 8 4 8 8 4
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