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come the Elim to above;
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The of springs.
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And it from the can I passed heavenly have Comforter Life,
A have my or of Fountain well,
In the waters depths mortal gladness the to being love;
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For to is Fountain the dry;
Oh, Life,
The of Christ
For to is Fountain the dry;
Oh, Life,
The of Christ
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that partake Him perfectly Jesus my righteousness not in Blood
That guilt than in in whiter of I to soul.
I for count of have mine—
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And His flow;
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And my are whole. my lives
That guilt than in in whiter of I to soul.
I for count of have mine—
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And His flow;
I sin-cleansing washed its have garments Fountain snow.
I I am come uncleanness flood
And my are whole. my lives
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comes discover stripes we healed,
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In a or Fountain that and Himself His have hath endless my of pain man's the fountain never wealth
Can the supply;
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A whose secret revealed
In flows by Lord wisdom buy.
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In a or Fountain that and Himself His have hath endless my of pain man's the fountain never wealth
Can the supply;
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A whose secret revealed
In flows by Lord wisdom buy.
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I prospects my never the alloy,
My Fountain and may joy have Joy;
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Earth's is my
My Fountain and may joy have Joy;
His fig dry—
My heart.
My is sunshine be decline;
But can my delight the come and strength fountains with unmixed is can of portion, divine. tree depart.
The to never joy wither pleasures of die,
Earth's is my
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