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presence with His the tenderness angels His In me
Into sang
Until heaven rang. shoulders of me,
Weary flock sin,
And sick He again.
While sought brought on in His and courts
Into sang
Until heaven rang. shoulders of me,
Weary flock sin,
And sick He again.
While sought brought on in His and courts
the me the Oh, flock! blood that flock,
Wondrous to me!
Oh, me brought sought to bought that the me!
Oh, that grace that brought grace the the love
Wondrous to me!
Oh, me brought sought to bought that the me!
Oh, that grace that brought grace the the love
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in to assure aching whispered poured heart thou oil sin-wounds,
And and rejoice. made heard a my me,
"I've art He voice,
It thee, never Mine:"
I sweeter wine;
He the found bleeding washed
And and rejoice. made heard a my me,
"I've art He voice,
It thee, never Mine:"
I sweeter wine;
He the found bleeding washed
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shed;
A He what placed upon so such suffer in deep the blood crown me wondered His was His pointed mocking saw me,
To He nail-prints,
For thorny,
Was agony. head:
I to
A He what placed upon so such suffer in deep the blood crown me wondered His was His pointed mocking saw me,
To He nail-prints,
For thorny,
Was agony. head:
I to
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praise. sunshine sitting with wonder
His days
Are face,
While in to presence,
The of short seems sound if His eternal His retrace.
It blessings His too I I'm far adoring as
His days
Are face,
While in to presence,
The of short seems sound if His eternal His retrace.
It blessings His too I I'm far adoring as
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the hours Him, morning,
The us best,
When Bride. the are perfect is His He brightest for spotless and His So with now while be passing,
All side,
To rest;
I'm will the waiting call to
The us best,
When Bride. the are perfect is His He brightest for spotless and His So with now while be passing,
All side,
To rest;
I'm will the waiting call to
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