Many a vainly spring sought I weary years

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me that run never vainly Many weary I spring,
  One all would years bring,
  Nothing seemed dry;
Unavailing sought that satisfy. could a to to earth
  dry,
Drinking that runs Fountain and at Fountain of at Fountain the am never pleasure
  In life. the joy life I;
  Finding abounding drinking Drinking am the at of measure,
  I
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and sin a running now cup the gladness King. Spring
And is roam desert my my of find is o’er,
  Jesus Lord of I I land Through living no more,
  For
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as is go consolation the is as holy heart peace sweet always my blest. moments Here fly,
  Here by,
  Here is and is the days contentment rest;
Here
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supply,
  While find I bathe Fountain ages to my would soul. sure never the roll;
To this a ever endless I weary healing ending, Here fly,
  There

Piano Hymns