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“Like as the hart desireth the water brooks.”

My heart is yearning:
Behold my yearning heart,

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And lean low to satisfy
Its lonely beseeching cry,
For Thou its fulness art.
Turn, as once turning
Thou didst behold Thy Saint
In deadly extremity;
Didst look, and win back to Thee
His will frightened and faint.
Kindle my burning
From Thine unkindled Fire;
Fill me with gifts and with grace
That I may behold Thy Face,
For Thee I desire.
My heart is yearning,
Yearning and thrilling thro'
For Thy Love mine own of old,
For Thy Love unknown, untold,
Ever old, ever new.