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What is this that stirs within,
Loving goodness, hating sin,
Always craving to be blest,
Finding here below no rest?
What is it ? and whither ? whence ?
This unsleeping, secret sense,
Longing for its rest and food
In some hidden, untried good ?
Tis the soul, mysterious name :
Him it seeks from whom it came ;
It would, mighty God, like Thee,
Holy, holy, holy be.
Onward, upward to Thy throne,
O Thou Infinite, Unknown!
Still it presseth, till it see
Thee in all, and all in Thee.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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7 7 7 7
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1903
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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NOTTINGHAM
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7 7 7 7
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| # 519 | F | | # 212 | G | | # 476 | G | | # 527 | G | | # 616 | G | | # 19 | G | | # 446 | G |
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