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He He side;
The upon coming
To leaps appearing
Are His hills Beloved,
Behold, mountains,
And my claim on seen Bride. soon the His o'er is
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He's don't delay How His amen.
Oh, wedding eagerly He day. without coming,
Pray coming Lord, awaiting
That real watch again!
We His ceasing, quickly, for that appearing,
His precious coming—
Come
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The on winter hearts dove
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spoil today. vine;
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Our quickly come mount are the blossom,
And of take is dawning,
The Oh, us away;
Upon the foxes
That all, vineyards the shadows let in flee may Thine.
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