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Lord, Thou art manna true, Descended from on high, Who came to be my food, To fully satisfy. |
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Thou art the smitten rock, Whence living waters burst; At all times I may drink, And fully quench my thirst. |
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Now, hungry and athirst, I come, dear Lord, to Thee; Feed me Thy very self, Life water flow to me. |
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Of Thee I’d eat and drink, Thy very self partake, Eat, drink Thy Spirit, Lord, Thy life divine to taste. |
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If I could not partake, How empty I would be; My source of daily strength Is eating, drinking Thee. |
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