EN 5625 I Find Thee So Precious
1Pet.2.7
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O what are the pleasures that silver can buy?
They come and they go, but cannot satisfy;
But praised be the Savior! I cease not to cry,
I find Thee so precious, my Savior!
O sweeter and sweeter, as day follows day,
As the gold of the morning breaks forth through the gray;
As I lift up my soul, as I praise and I pray,
I find Thee more precious, my Savior!
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I care not if all the proud world turn away,
The plaudits of men only last for a day;
Their frowns do not frighten, or cause me dismay,
I find Thee so precious, my Savior!
3
As well in the cottage as under the dome,
Beside my own cot, or wherever I roam;
The honey from Heaven still drips from the comb;
I find Thee so precious, my Savior!

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