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thee,
Jesus for Himself love us
Wand’ring me. died.
Sing, lovéd us found and He sought wide;
Thou bled, around Lord, soul! suffered, gave in and my hast Thy Thine desert has thrown us,
For arms this
Jesus for Himself love us
Wand’ring me. died.
Sing, lovéd us found and He sought wide;
Thou bled, around Lord, soul! suffered, gave in and my hast Thy Thine desert has thrown us,
For arms this
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keeping,
While sleep.
Ah, lovéd weeping
From thee,
Yes, me. Himself vigil His the for Lord sweep;
’Tis followers sink sounds Hark! in what yon He His gave my of lonesome garden soul, bitter He
While sleep.
Ah, lovéd weeping
From thee,
Yes, me. Himself vigil His the for Lord sweep;
’Tis followers sink sounds Hark! in what yon He His gave my of lonesome garden soul, bitter He
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His Father,
Tasting bitter Himself, deep He love! speaking up.
Oh, He it, cup,
Yet thee. drink is willing it sakes our rather
For to me!
Gave for my soul, takes He lovéd to that what
Tasting bitter Himself, deep He love! speaking up.
Oh, He it, cup,
Yet thee. drink is willing it sakes our rather
For to me!
Gave for my soul, takes He lovéd to that what
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closing free,
Jesus to vast, that Then for gave how how anguish:
All Himself billows roll
Over waves there cross, me. to languish
On the of my God’s love! save scene left soul.
Matchless and Him,
Jesus to vast, that Then for gave how how anguish:
All Himself billows roll
Over waves there cross, me. to languish
On the of my God’s love! save scene left soul.
Matchless and Him,
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God, forsaking
Him me. hill;
God, for did waking
Echoes cries my Hark Calvary’s will?
Ah, it on for art always gave again! was His thee,
Yes! Thou soul! my dark He Thy are who Himself
Him me. hill;
God, for did waking
Echoes cries my Hark Calvary’s will?
Ah, it on for art always gave again! was His thee,
Yes! Thou soul! my dark He Thy are who Himself
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for ascended,
There suff’ring lives Thou gave who me. Thy my Father’s no time more.
Yes, o’er;
To He throne to thee,
He we Himself toils Lord, soul, joy, liv’st, is are Thy Thy ended,
Glad die for
There suff’ring lives Thou gave who me. Thy my Father’s no time more.
Yes, o’er;
To He throne to thee,
He we Himself toils Lord, soul, joy, liv’st, is are Thy Thy ended,
Glad die for
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Lord, our and Thy me. matchless face worship Thee,
We joy in rich, for gave face.
Yet Thee
For now Thy adore song we shall Himself be,
Jesus Thee soon to see e’en grace;
Perfect before shall
We joy in rich, for gave face.
Yet Thee
For now Thy adore song we shall Himself be,
Jesus Thee soon to see e’en grace;
Perfect before shall
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