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| FOR God, the living Lord, my soul’s athirst | |
| My heart and soul in joyous praise outburst. | |
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| A living God—He gives | |
| To me creation’s call, | |
| But warneth mortals all; | 5 |
| No man sees God and lives. | |
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| Behold His wisdom’s might, | |
| Creating all in light, | |
| All to Him is clear and bright | |
| Howso hid from mortal sight. | 10 |
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| Regal in His glory | |
| In all mouths its story, | |
| Blessed! in whose hand | |
| Our souls sustained stand. | |
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| Abraham’s sons He set apart, | 15 |
| His laws to them He did impart; | |
| Wise laws which to the World they give, | |
| For mortals to obey and live. | |
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| Man cannot do the right: | |
| Dust is he to Godlike sight: | 20 |
| For who in Heaven’s eye | |
| His way can justify? | |
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| Base the longing of our heart, | |
| Envenom’d as the scorpion’s dart. | |
| How can our flesh in life abide | 25 |
| When sin has seared and mortified? | |
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| Needs must we sinners then | |
| Repeat our evil courses…. When? | |
| Before we reach the end, the goal, | |
| Of all that boasts a living soul. | 30 |
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| Enthralled by Thy love, | |
| We hail Thee, God above! | |
| That from Thine open hand | |
| Feedest our living band. | |
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| Sleeping children, Lord! awake: | 35 |
| Pity for their fathers’ sake: | |
| The promised days to hasten deign | |
| When Jesse’s son once more will reign. | |
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| Regard the mother’s truth when tested. | |
| How shrill the handmaid 1 hath protested: | 40 |
| “The dead religion—it is thine, | |
| The living one is mine, is mine.” | |
. . . . . . . Awestruck I bow the head, | |
| In prayer my hands I spread, | |
| God’s due from man my lips confess, | 45 |
| Each soul of life his God must bless. | |
