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[Father, I long, I faint to see]

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The following poem is scored for music in the source text.

Father, I long, I faint to see
The place of thine abode,
I'd leave these earthly courts, and flee
Up to thy courts, my God.
Here I behold thy distant face,
And 'tis a pleasing sight,
But to abide in thine embrace
Is infinite delight.