Based on Psalm 84: 2 - "My heart and my flesh crieth out"
With solemn weekly state
The worldling treads thy court,
Content to see thy gate,
And such as there resort;
But ah! what is the house to me,
Unless the Master I see?
N,ought will content my heart
But fellowship with him;
And when from him I start,
My life is all a dream;
I seem to eat and take my fill,
But wake and feel my hungar still.
In vain I seek for rest
In all created good;
It leaves me yet unblest
And makes me pant for God;
And restless sure my heart must be
Till finding all its rest in thee.
For thee my soul would cry,
And send a labouring sigh,
And make a pensive moan;
And each for thee would daily pine,
And would be always only thine.
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