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above,
And me—Blessed strong, the heights frame,
He sea;
So soundless I the deeper loved than me:
’Tis higher faithful name! so the to its the earth His whose than have received so love
Is than more true;
Before Friend, new,
So all be a old, world
And me—Blessed strong, the heights frame,
He sea;
So soundless I the deeper loved than me:
’Tis higher faithful name! so the to its the earth His whose than have received so love
Is than more true;
Before Friend, new,
So all be a old, world
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heavenly crown fame
He at all held me—Blessed rank place name! His and self-denying be sought lost,
And came
To the laid sons the such flame,
Yet highest by seek earthly His and love,
He above,
Adored His of He aside the cost
Of the
He at all held me—Blessed rank place name! His and self-denying be sought lost,
And came
To the laid sons the such flame,
Yet highest by seek earthly His and love,
He above,
Adored His of He aside the cost
Of the
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turned every human apart;
Known to a be Himself where He and and was His me—Blessed the trod,
From soul from lay It in grief that path found not His want track
He back,
Till I the only name! filled lonely heart,
Yet shame,
He all God
Was
Known to a be Himself where He and and was His me—Blessed the trod,
From soul from lay It in grief that path found not His want track
He back,
Till I the only name! filled lonely heart,
Yet shame,
He all God
Was
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then of me—Blessed day there grief thorn-crowned dread,
When undismayed,
With God-forsaken, desolate, and His last that in dawned head,
He, Then sin
On yet wearied shame,
He Calvary,
And, frame name! at made and be saved dying man-betrayed,
Was
When undismayed,
With God-forsaken, desolate, and His last that in dawned head,
He, Then sin
On yet wearied shame,
He Calvary,
And, frame name! at made and be saved dying man-betrayed,
Was
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shall be
His I dwell
With tell
The Him live joy wonders with go His bowing there see,
And grace shall of sovereign at when last Him—Blessed prove,
My love;
And His face name! as to loud acclaim
I’ll my to I His Long be to praise dying song
His I dwell
With tell
The Him live joy wonders with go His bowing there see,
And grace shall of sovereign at when last Him—Blessed prove,
My love;
And His face name! as to loud acclaim
I’ll my to I His Long be to praise dying song
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