MY SPIRIT LONGS FOR THEE
1. My spirit longs
for Thee
Within my troubled
breast,
Though I unworthy
be
Of so divine a
Guest.
2. Of so divine a
Guest
Unworthy though I
be,
Yet has my heart no
rest,
Unless it comes
from Thee.
3. Unless it comes
from Thee,
In vain I look
around;
In all that I can
see
No rest is to be
fund.
4. No rest is to be
found
But in Thy blessed
love;
O let my wish be
crowned,
And send it from
above!
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