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My soul doth long for thee
To dwell within my breast;
Unworthy though I be
Of so divine a Guest!
Of so divine a Guest
Unworthy though I be,
Yet hath my heart no rest
Until it come to thee!
Until it come to thee,
In vain I look around;
In all that I can see
No rest is to be found!
No rest is to be found,
But in thy bleeding love:
Oh, let my wish be crowned,
And send it from above!
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Meter:
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6 6 6 6
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Bible Refs:
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1866 | # 663 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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NILLEN
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6 6 6 6
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Key
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| # 265 | Ab |
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