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1  Thou iowly source of true delight, Whom I unseen a dors Unveil thy beauties
to my sight, That I ma  ova  thse more. Thy gl-ry 0 or or! - .... ..  I-
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2. Tis herewhene er my comforte droopAnd sins and sorrows rie, Thy love with
cheering beams of hope, My lnuting heart sup" plies. But eh! too soon
the pleseing scne Is cloud-ed o'er with pain; 
8   Je-sus, my Lord my lfA my light, Oh come with blissful ray, Break throl
the gloomy shade, of nlghtAnd chase my fears a - way. Then shall my NOW with
rapture tae The wonders f thy love. 
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I road, in- fair - er, brighter lines, My bleeding, dy. luig Lord, My bleeding,
dy - lug Lord,                                            pp   No.1 
11  Pi Ph Plove. 
My gloom-y   feas rise dark b-tween, And    I   a- -gain complain, And  
I   a - gain complain, 
Then shall I see    thy  glro     a ce  (OMIT..................)     In 
one-less joy  a-boys, finendless joy ...               a . hoe       NO.
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See, Je - sus, thy  dis - ei - pies see;  The promised  bles - ing give;
 Met in thy name, we look  to thee,  Ex - peet - ing to   re- eeive. 
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