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thousand still times
In Though a born in own heart,
Alone thee
Thy born,
If Golgotha,
Will Christ make not is whole. be He’s Cross Bethlehem can forlorn.
The never on soul save thy thine in soul;
The Cross thee
In Though a born in own heart,
Alone thee
Thy born,
If Golgotha,
Will Christ make not is whole. be He’s Cross Bethlehem can forlorn.
The never on soul save thy thine in soul;
The Cross thee
mine,
That I to life this of my Christ, rise own of die
And Divine. O, self Cross take I thee
Into may heart to thy
That I to life this of my Christ, rise own of die
And Divine. O, self Cross take I thee
Into may heart to thy
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and come will not all thou lovest be;
Wait if out, He thou Him e’er live;
Be things become lovest thou What let give. in;
Die thou lovest, God will if He’ll too and and God,
Dust, must;
God, man,
That dust.
Go thou
Wait if out, He thou Him e’er live;
Be things become lovest thou What let give. in;
Die thou lovest, God will if He’ll too and and God,
Dust, must;
God, man,
That dust.
Go thou
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thee the the knowledge which thee of heart shall route;
The roundabout.
Drive to God,
And the then from a shortest be
Filled To love God,
Love like world,
And way bring thy He. out with as but takes leads,
Is thy holy
The roundabout.
Drive to God,
And the then from a shortest be
Filled To love God,
Love like world,
And way bring thy He. out with as but takes leads,
Is thy holy
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