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Lord Jesus! when we think of Thee, Of all Thy love and grace, Our spirits long and fain would see Thy beauty face to face. |
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And though the wilderness we tread, A barren, thirsty ground, With thorns and briars overspread, Where foes and snares abound; |
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Yet in Thy love such depths we see, Our hearts o'erflow with praise — Content ourselves, while, Lord to Thee A joyful song we raise. |
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Our Lord, our Life, our Rest, our Shield, Our Rock, our Food, our Light; Each thought of Thee doth constant yield Unchanging, fresh delight. |
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Blest Savior, keep our spirit stayed, Hard following after Thee, Till we, in victory displayed, Thy face in glory see. |