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Jesu, priceless teasure,
Source of purest pleasure,
Truest friend to me;
Ah, how long I've panted,
And my heart hathe fainted,
Thirsting, Lord, for thee!
Thine I am,
O spotless Lamb,
I will suffer nought to hide thee,
Nought I ask beside Thee.
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