Satisfied Longings

My Father, God, to beNearer and nearer Thee,My only aim.Thou art my Sun and Shield,Thou dost all power wield,To Thee my all I yield—Thy promise claim.

Oh, Love, Thou art my All,E'er on Thy name I call,—Lead me, I pray.Thy foll'wer I would be,All would I leave for Thee,Thy glorious beauty see,Lighting my way.

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