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His Are The Thousand Sparkling Rills [#HisAre #HisAreTheThousandSparklingRills #TheThousandSparklingRills #ThousandSparklingRills #parklingRills]

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His are the thousand sparkling rills
That from a thousand fountains burst
And fill with music all the hills
And yet He saith I thirst

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All fiery pangs on battlefields
On fever beds where sick men toss
And in that human cry He yields
To anguish on the cross

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But more than pains that racked Him then
Was the deep longing thirst divine
That thirsted for the souls of men:
Dear Lord and one was mine

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O love most patient give me grace
Make all my soul athirst for Thee
That parched dry lip that fading face
That thirst were all for me