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upon of of the coming
To Beloved,
Behold, on comes;
He o’er His every side;
The quickly The the Bridegroom Bride. runs.
The hills my signs mountains,
And soon seen He leaps voice loving is His appearing
Are claim He
To Beloved,
Behold, on comes;
He o’er His every side;
The quickly The the Bridegroom Bride. runs.
The hills my signs mountains,
And soon seen He leaps voice loving is His appearing
Are claim He
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watch He appearing,
His His awaiting
That Lord, eagerly Word don’t real is coming—
Come How quickly, coming delay again!
We that pray;
He’s ceasing, precious without His for amen.
Oh, wedding day. coming,
Pray
His His awaiting
That Lord, eagerly Word don’t real is coming—
Come How quickly, coming delay again!
We that pray;
He’s ceasing, precious without His for amen.
Oh, wedding day. coming,
Pray
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Beloved—
“Arise Him sweetness,
Our our of My long love, countenance He and to voices,
He one,
We face—
Our grace.
“Arise, see My our hear away!” to filled say.
The come fair with hear longs to with our voices voice longs
“Arise Him sweetness,
Our our of My long love, countenance He and to voices,
He one,
We face—
Our grace.
“Arise, see My our hear away!” to filled say.
The come fair with hear longs to with our voices voice longs
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earth;
The of singing,
The flowers turtle Jesus
Fills is heard;
For time hearts Beloved’s our on appear coming
The with mirth.
It chords The stirred. rising dove the over,
The of all is is sun are rain our sweetest winter
The of singing,
The flowers turtle Jesus
Fills is heard;
For time hearts Beloved’s our on appear coming
The with mirth.
It chords The stirred. rising dove the over,
The of all is is sun are rain our sweetest winter
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dawning,
The Beloved, the Lord take shadows of Thine.
The the today. may blooming vineyards blossom,
And is vine;
Our day spoil the come flee all, in are foxes
That let spices
Our Oh, is us mount quickly away;
Upon
The Beloved, the Lord take shadows of Thine.
The the today. may blooming vineyards blossom,
And is vine;
Our day spoil the come flee all, in are foxes
That let spices
Our Oh, is us mount quickly away;
Upon
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