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Text: | "All my springs are in thee" |
Author: | Medley |
1 Now, dearest Lord, to praise thy name,
Let all our powers agree;
Worthy art thou of endless fame;
Our springs are all in thee.
2 Here in thy love will we rejoice,
All sovereign, rich, and free;
Singing, we hope with heart and voice,
Our springs are all in thee.
3 To whom, dear Jesus, O to whom
Shall needy sinners flee
But to thyself, who bidst us come?
Our springs are all in thee.
4 Some tempted, weak, and trembling saint
Before thee now may be;
Let not his hopes or wishes faint;
His springs are all in thee.
5 The poor supply, the wounded heal,
Let sinners such as we,
Salvation’s blessings taste and feel;
Our springs are all in thee.
6 When we arrive at Zion’s hill,
And all thy glory see,
Our joyful songs shall echo still,
Our springs are all in thee.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Now, dearest Lord, to praise thy name |
Title: | "All my springs are in thee" |
Author: | Medley |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1844 |
Topic: | Christ All and In All |