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Yes, this our life is plentiful in tears.
Though I am young, still I have suffered much.
My God, I thirst! and this world’s weary ways
Are but an arid desert unto me.
But at thy feet my soul finds her repose,
O tender Friend and Comforter Divine!
What matters it to me if I lose all,
But still keep thee, my dearest Saviour’s love!
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