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One thing have I desired.
Psalm 27:4.
With earnest longings of the mind,
My God, to thee I look;
So pants the hunted hart to find
And taste the cooling brook.
2 When shall I see thy courts of grace,
And meet my God again?
So long an absence from thy face,
My heart endures with pain.
3 ’Tis with a mournful pleasure now,
I think on ancient days;
Then to thy house did numbers go,
And all our work was praise.
4 But why, my soul, sunk down so far,
Beneath this heavy load?
Why do my thoughts indulge despair;
And sin against my God?
5 Hope in the Lord, whose mighty hand
Can all thy woes remove;
For I shall yet before him stand,
And sing restoring love.
Watts.