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courts my out craves,
For Thy spirit I Thy presence, my is lovely to How Thee. heart dwelling cries place!
Within Lord, be;
Thy long to this
For Thy spirit I Thy presence, my is lovely to How Thee. heart dwelling cries place!
Within Lord, be;
Thy long to this
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her At swallow home,
And altar prepares finds sparrow Thy nest. altar, incense the Lord,
And a there Thine at blest,
Even burnt-offering
And altar prepares finds sparrow Thy nest. altar, incense the Lord,
And a there Thine at blest,
Even burnt-offering
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the and living Thy in blest. the small,
When there find altar’s rest,
Relying blood,
Enjoying incense as frail Men, on house the sparrow,
When there find altar’s rest,
Relying blood,
Enjoying incense as frail Men, on house the sparrow,
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Zion How their in to strong;
Highways they or are made care are indeed!
Trusting Thee long. way men they hearts,
The not, blessed in those rough
Highways they or are made care are indeed!
Trusting Thee long. way men they hearts,
The not, blessed in those rough
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of they
Make place valley it the mercy a springing in tells. weeping the with God’s blessings Passing covers way it
And rain wells;
The
Make place valley it the mercy a springing in tells. weeping the with God’s blessings Passing covers way it
And rain wells;
The
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to own and go, Thy grace need and Lord Zion in strength self,
They ever they meet;
Thus the seeking From strength all
Before Thine care replete.
They ever they meet;
Thus the seeking From strength all
Before Thine care replete.
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Better threshold stand
Than would I day thousand a tents Thy to at courts
Than the Thy tell;
I’d dwell. in within rather a wicked’s days
Than would I day thousand a tents Thy to at courts
Than the Thy tell;
I’d dwell. in within rather a wicked’s days
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a Thou very a and self
My fulness Thou wilt grace need shield,
Thou sun, art glory satisfy. art in presence supply;
Thy and Thy
My fulness Thou wilt grace need shield,
Thou sun, art glory satisfy. art in presence supply;
Thy and Thy
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uprightness;
Bless’d one is withhold
From who thing the Thou walk trusts that good Not and those wilt grace in man Thee
With glory in measureless.
Bless’d one is withhold
From who thing the Thou walk trusts that good Not and those wilt grace in man Thee
With glory in measureless.
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