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I: The Saviour hides his face! / My spirit thirsts to prove / Renew'd supplies of pard'ning grace, / And never-fading love.
II: The favour'd souls who know / What glories shine in him / Pant for his presence, as the roe / Pants for the living stream.
III: What trifles tease me now!
They swarm like summer flies, / They cleave to every thing I do, / And swim before my eyes.
IV: How dull the Sabbath-day, / Without the Sabbath's Lord!
How toilsome then to sing and pray / And wait upon the word?
V: Of all the truths I hear, / How few delight my taste!
I glean a berry here and there, / But mourn the vintage past.
VI: Yet let me (as I ought)
Still hope to be supplied; / No pleasure else is worth a thought, / Nor shall I be denied.
VII: Though I am but a worm, / Unworthy of his care, / The Lord will my desire perform, / And grant me all my pray'r.