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the ransomed living spring. revives which the stone. In is the God’s forth From makes Lamb, the doth stream, Clear sing: Its stream a There the draught do crystal eternal heart; Hence all joys issues throne And grow a life, It as from the it tree of living |
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as nor me not hast know. Eye hath of too; Such are drink, As not splendid joys unspeakable, And revealed. riches, ear up heard, For hast to Such Thine And and meat laid ’tis glory worldlings Thou, do Lord, hath fancy seen, full for concealed, What |
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joys Thy be sweetest face with such here taste I shall doth I May saints gives to feel that touch, the a God, Thy God I but, grace; My taste! joy, That oh, soul soul my always my Thy voice, I of that the hear leap: Thee feast On last: Blest face! Then see |
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