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Savior, lead me up the mountain

Thy way, not mine, O Lord

O Bread to pilgrims given (revised)

In the wilderness for God (revised)

Oh, for a heart to praise my God

His countenance angels can often behold

Earthly pleasures vainly call me

Lower and lower, dear Lord, at Thy feet

I hunger and I thirst

Thou hidden love of God, whose height