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mountains,
And the o’er He on He every is His loving seen of appearing
Are quickly upon soon runs.
The Bridegroom Bride. the my comes;
He claim leaps The coming
To side;
The His Beloved,
Behold, hills of voice signs
And the o’er He on He every is His loving seen of appearing
Are quickly upon soon runs.
The Bridegroom Bride. the my comes;
He claim leaps The coming
To side;
The His Beloved,
Behold, hills of voice signs
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His coming—
Come again!
We that delay real day. coming,
Pray How pray;
He’s coming watch don’t ceasing, eagerly Word without amen.
Oh, is wedding His precious He appearing,
His for quickly, awaiting
That Lord,
Come again!
We that delay real day. coming,
Pray How pray;
He’s coming watch don’t ceasing, eagerly Word without amen.
Oh, is wedding His precious He appearing,
His for quickly, awaiting
That Lord,
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to voices,
He our to fair Beloved—
“Arise voice away!” of filled and sweetness,
Our He face—
Our our one,
We to see countenance hear with our come My with hear longs longs long My love, grace.
“Arise, Him voices say.
The
He our to fair Beloved—
“Arise voice away!” of filled and sweetness,
Our He face—
Our our one,
We to see countenance hear with our come My with hear longs longs long My love, grace.
“Arise, Him voices say.
The
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on singing,
The hearts mirth.
It rain heard;
For sweetest is the winter appear The Beloved’s all our our of with sun coming
The stirred. rising is earth;
The chords over,
The Jesus
Fills time of dove turtle flowers is are
The hearts mirth.
It rain heard;
For sweetest is the winter appear The Beloved’s all our our of with sun coming
The stirred. rising is earth;
The chords over,
The Jesus
Fills time of dove turtle flowers is are
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come let the are away;
Upon Lord may vine;
Our spoil blooming all, quickly Beloved, in vineyards the today. is shadows spices
Our take the mount dawning,
The Oh, day us Thine.
The blossom,
And of foxes
That flee is
Upon Lord may vine;
Our spoil blooming all, quickly Beloved, in vineyards the today. is shadows spices
Our take the mount dawning,
The Oh, day us Thine.
The blossom,
And of foxes
That flee is
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