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O meet the fountain of true life I run;

Lo! I am weary of vain and empty life!

To see my King's face is mine only strife;

Beside Him have I fear or dread of none.

O that a dream might hold Him in its bond!

I would not wake; nay, sleep should ne'er depart.

Would I might see His face within my heart!

Mine eyes would never yearn to look beyond.