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THOU, at whose divine command
Good seed is sown in every land,

Thy Holy Spirit now impart,

And for thy Word prepare each heart.

2 Not 'mid the thorns of worldly thought,
Nor soon by passing plunderers caught,
Nor lacking depth the root to feed,
May we receive thy Spirit's seed.

3 But may it, where thy sowers toil,
Fall in a good and honest soil;
And spring up from firmest root,
Through patience, bear abundant fruit.

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Thou, to whose all-searching sight
The darkness shineth as the light,
Search, prove my heart; it pants for thee:
O burst these bonds, and set it free.

2 While in this darksome wild I stray,
Be thou my light, be thou my way;
No foes, no violence I fear,

No harm, if thou, O Lord, art near.

3 When rising floods my soul o'erflow,
When sinks my heart in waves of woe,
O Lord, thy timely aid impart,
And raise my head, and cheer my heart.

4 If rough and thorny be the way,

My strength proportion to my day;
Till toil, ana grief, and pain shall cease,
Where all is calm, and joy, and peace.

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42 JESUS, the weary wanderer's rest,

Give me thy easy yoke to bear;

With resignation arm my breast,
With humble love and lowly fear.

2 Thankful I take the cup from thee,
Mingled according to thy will,
Though bitter to the taste it be,

"T is full of heavenly mercy still.

3 Be thou, O Rock of Ages, nigh!

So shall each murmuring thought be gone,
And grief, and fear, and care shall fly,
As clouds before the mid-day sun.

4 0 thou, who bad'st the tempest cease,
And lo! the waves obeyed thy will,
Speak to my warring passions, peace!
Say to my trembling heart-be still.

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43 AS pants the hart for cooling streams,

When heated in the chase,

So longs my soul, O God, for thee,
And thy refreshing grace.

2 For thee, my God-the living God,
My thirsty soul doth pine;
O, when shall I behold thy face,
Thou Majesty divine!

3 I sigh to think of happier days,

When thou, O Lord, wast nigh; When every heart was tuned to praise, And none more blest than I.

4 Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Hope still, and thou shalt sing
The praise of him who is thy God,
Thy Saviour, and thy King.

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