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Psalm 143:6
“My soul gaspeth for Thee, as a thirsty land.”
Lord, how long, how long shall I Lift my weary eyes in pain? Seek, but never find Thee nigh; Ask Thy love, but ask in vain? Crush’d beneath my nature’s load, Darkly feeling after God! |
O, disclose Thy lovely face, Quicken all my drooping powers! Gasps my fainting soul for grace, As a thirsty land for showers: Haste, my Lord, no longer stay; Come, my Jesus, come away! |
Well Thou know’st I cannot rest, Till I fully rest in Thee, Till I am of Thee possess’d, Till from every sin set free, All the life of faith I prove, All the joy and heaven of love. |
See my sad inconstant state; Give me, Lord, this root within: Trembling for Thy love I wait, Still relapsing into sin; Falling, till Thy love I feel, Ever sinking into hell. |
With me, O, continue, Lord! Keep me, or from Thee I fly: Strength and comfort from Thy Word Imperceptibly supply; Hold me till I apprehend, Make me faithful to the end. |
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