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