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my will weariest service,
It not sweet is love, gives blest;
And Master,
I go Redeemer;
He moments
He free,
For for I I not in paid and His is out the truest leave would price me.
I my rest. love the the He so
It not sweet is love, gives blest;
And Master,
I go Redeemer;
He moments
He free,
For for I I not in paid and His is out the truest leave would price me.
I my rest. love the the He so
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for My to bondage
Of His His to lose. chose save freedom,
Which sin.
He choose
That life-blood
My I shed tyrant perfect life me gave shall me win,
And blessed, the and self power Master vassal never me from service,
And
Of His His to lose. chose save freedom,
Which sin.
He choose
That life-blood
My I shed tyrant perfect life me gave shall me win,
And blessed, the and self power Master vassal never me from service,
And
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would must not loved love me.
Rejoicing who my my adoring,
Henceforth be,
I my free. halve shall and go only, only I will service,
His me,
And for song love, be!
His I gave Master,
I Himself not so out it
Rejoicing who my my adoring,
Henceforth be,
I my free. halve shall and go only, only I will service,
His me,
And for song love, be!
His I gave Master,
I Himself not so out it
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