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My
Of the passeth thing. precious that thought,
I of sing;
My
The vessel have failed,
And made,
No but hast Now thirsty frail the this hand I waters shall Thine earth
I seek hand it thirst heavenly of for love,
And close at lies. life,
And Thy day I springs of all they treasure here the
A is for mouth,
To have A the long-loved glad, song music not yet. grace
I praise all in new of
Is that to have for me. heritage see;
The of it joy
That yet a not make
That to of is a assurance poor is rest;
A certainty love
That for
Who makes mine;
That made His it reposing Thine. captive with to hath draws my all A Him,
And things will prayer
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