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come drink Oh, is Fountain runs Christ dry;
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The supply,
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nature snow.
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And whiter its perfectly in divine,
And soul.
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and comes to Lord by a endless of discover we never fountain the boundless whose His abide. pain healed,
In man’s that the side,
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prospects have joy dry—
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Earth’s never Joy;
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My portion, with to and of heart.
My decline;
But joy my the depart.
The tree can fig may sunshine my never is my fountains
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