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From this dry and thirsty land, Disease and death on every hand. I am longing; yes, I'm longing now to go Where my Savior I shall see, And give thanks to know that He Leads me to a land where living waters flow.
Oh, I'm longing there to be,
What joy it is to know,
When my race on earth is run
Oh, I thank Him for that day |
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Text of Hymn: "Where the Living Waters Flow," © Icie E. Sandy Rowand, 2002, all rights reserved.
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