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5 The lids he so seldom could close, By sorrow forbidden to sleep, Seal'd up in eternal repose,

Have strangely forgotten to weep: The fountain can yield no supplies, These hollows from water are free, The tears are all wip'd from these eyes, And evil they never shall see.

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N the everlasting mountains, Lo, the thirsty, longing soul Drinks, where from a thousand fountains, Endless joys in rivers roll.

2 Burst the captive from his prison, Glad to leave the realms of night; Glorious now the exile's risen

To his home, his God, in light.

3" Christ, the strength of heav'nly warriors!" Shouts the victor spirit now; "Arm'd by thee I've storm'd the barriers ! Conquer'd is the haughty foe!

4 Now receive me to the city,

Let me join the happy band; Me the object of thy pity!

Crown me, crown me with thy hand!"

5 Hosts celestial, see it granted!

Praise, in pealinga nthems praise!

Christ the Lord gave all he wanted!
Raise, to Jesus, anthems raise !

6 On the everlasting mountains,

Lo! the sav'd, th' enraptur'd soul Sings, where from a thousand fountains, Endless joys in rivers roll.

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Clap your hands ye people all.

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Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched.
Come, Holy Spirit, come...

Come, Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire
Come, Holy Ghost, my heart inspire..
Come, my soul, thy suit prepare
Come, thou long-expected Jesus....

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Come, my Father's family....

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Come, thou fount of ev'ry blessing.

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Come, and let us ascend....

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Come, holy, celestial Dove

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Come, let us anew.

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Father, our hearts we lift

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Flow fast my tears; the cause is great.

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Hark! in the wilderness a cry!

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Hark! how the heav'ns with praises ring!
Hark! the herald-angels sing..

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He comes! he comes! the Saviour dear.
He dies! the friend of sinners dies!....
High on his everlasting throne,.....

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