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Like her, who in Samaria's bound,
Beneath a sultry sky.
Oft at the Patriarch's well was found.
Her weary toil to ply:—
Thus we our measur'd span employ
In labours, long and vain—
We try each boasted fount of joy,
And drink—and thirst again.
O thou, who with a pitying heart,
Didst hear her earnest tale,
To us that living stream impart,
Whose waters never fail.
So shall our broken cisterns here,
By fickle dew-drops fed,
No more awake the bitter tear.
Or bow the sorrowing head—
A holy fountain in the soul,
Eternally shall rise,
Supply'd by those pure streams that roll
Where pleasure never dies.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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MUSIC
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Name:
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LONDON NEW
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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1671,1968
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| # 335 | D | | # 42 | D | | # 218 | D | | # 65 | D | | # 335 | D | | # 258 | Eb | | # 224 | Eb | | # 373 | Eb |
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