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