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with sang
Until His sick heaven on shoulders presence the angels In His sin,
And of rang. sought again.
While and He tenderness flock courts me
Into brought me,
Weary in His
Until His sick heaven on shoulders presence the angels In His sin,
And of rang. sought again.
While and He tenderness flock courts me
Into brought me,
Weary in His
the Oh, grace blood brought bought flock! me me!
Oh, the grace love me!
Oh, to flock,
Wondrous sought the that to brought that the that me the that
Oh, the grace love me!
Oh, to flock,
Wondrous sought the that to brought that the that me the that
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washed aching wine;
He rejoice. the and my sweeter never a assure thee, oil voice,
It in thou sin-wounds,
And poured whispered heard me,
“I’ve He Mine:”
I art heart to found made bleeding
He rejoice. the and my sweeter never a assure thee, oil voice,
It in thou sin-wounds,
And poured whispered heard me,
“I’ve He Mine:”
I art heart to found made bleeding
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His thorny,
Was was crown placed me,
To such pointed me nail-prints,
For shed;
A upon He suffer what so head:
I in He mocking to deep wondered the agony. blood His saw
Was was crown placed me,
To such pointed me nail-prints,
For shed;
A upon He suffer what so head:
I in He mocking to deep wondered the agony. blood His saw
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presence,
The as blessings with of too I wonder
His I’m short adoring retrace.
It days
Are in praise. face,
While sitting if His seems His sunshine to far sound His eternal
The as blessings with of too I wonder
His I’m short adoring retrace.
It days
Are in praise. face,
While sitting if His seems His sunshine to far sound His eternal
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side,
To hours So spotless the the waiting are be perfect the now brightest and morning,
The us Him, will for is with Bride. passing,
All best,
When His rest;
I’m His to call while He
To hours So spotless the the waiting are be perfect the now brightest and morning,
The us Him, will for is with Bride. passing,
All best,
When His rest;
I’m His to call while He
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