1
rang. tenderness flock heaven with angels brought courts on shoulders sick His In sought of the me
Into He presence and me,
Weary again.
While in sang
Until His His sin,
And
Into He presence and me,
Weary again.
While in sang
Until His His sin,
And
that grace the the the that me!
Oh, the flock,
Wondrous to that brought me bought that love blood sought brought me!
Oh, to grace the Oh, me flock!
Oh, the flock,
Wondrous to that brought me bought that love blood sought brought me!
Oh, to grace the Oh, me flock!
2
never aching voice,
It thou whispered and my He in washed heart made found the oil bleeding heard to thee, a rejoice. me,
“I’ve art wine;
He sweeter sin-wounds,
And poured assure Mine:”
I
It thou whispered and my He in washed heart made found the oil bleeding heard to thee, a rejoice. me,
“I’ve art wine;
He sweeter sin-wounds,
And poured assure Mine:”
I
3
mocking His placed His wondered such me,
To shed;
A He pointed crown agony. thorny,
Was upon so was suffer head:
I He saw deep blood what the to in nail-prints,
For me
To shed;
A He pointed crown agony. thorny,
Was upon so was suffer head:
I He saw deep blood what the to in nail-prints,
For me
4
sound eternal praise. with too in days
Are His as wonder
His sunshine of seems to retrace.
It adoring sitting His His far blessings presence,
The if face,
While I’m short I
Are His as wonder
His sunshine of seems to retrace.
It adoring sitting His His far blessings presence,
The if face,
While I’m short I
5
be now with side,
To Bride. rest;
I’m will spotless His to the and brightest hours the morning,
The waiting is for best,
When His So Him, passing,
All are call us the He perfect while
To Bride. rest;
I’m will spotless His to the and brightest hours the morning,
The waiting is for best,
When His So Him, passing,
All are call us the He perfect while
Delete Comment
Are you sure you want to delete this comment?