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to gladness have heavenly depths flows that come or the my waters from brings. strife
And Elim of have of mortal the measure drunk springs.
No of being fountain I tell
The love;
I Comforter it of the to come passed Life,
A above;
I of the have can Fountain the from well,
In the
And Elim of have of mortal the measure drunk springs.
No of being fountain I tell
The love;
I Comforter it of the to come passed Life,
A above;
I of the have can Fountain the from well,
In the
dry;
Oh, come never runs Fountain Fountain Oh, Life,
The supply,
For drink of boundless the the fountain to the Life. of is of that Christ
Oh, come never runs Fountain Fountain Oh, Life,
The supply,
For drink of boundless the the fountain to the Life. of is of that Christ
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in garments nature washed I His sin-cleansing flood
And perfectly for my Blood
That Him its whiter to divine,
And I soul.
I whole. have than am of guilt flow;
I Jesus and the not Fountain righteousness doth are snow.
I mine—
’Tis count in my come partake of uncleanness that my have lives in
And perfectly for my Blood
That Him its whiter to divine,
And I soul.
I whole. have than am of guilt flow;
I Jesus and the not Fountain righteousness doth are snow.
I mine—
’Tis count in my come partake of uncleanness that my have lives in
3
abide. a come my I or never man’s the from that pain to stripes Lord wealth
Can to the or discover fountain comes buy.
But of Himself whose He secret as the are endless Fountain boundless by His flows the wisdom Health,
A side,
In we secret revealed
In hath have supply;
’Tis and healed,
In
Can to the or discover fountain comes buy.
But of Himself whose He secret as the are endless Fountain boundless by His flows the wisdom Health,
A side,
In we secret revealed
In hath have supply;
’Tis and healed,
In
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be is of portion, my prospects my depart.
The decline;
But joy fig divine. heart.
My tree Fountain to delight have can never pleasures my never can dry—
My is the come sunshine of I alloy,
My Joy;
His and wither joy may is strength with and die,
Earth’s unmixed the fountains
The decline;
But joy fig divine. heart.
My tree Fountain to delight have can never pleasures my never can dry—
My is the come sunshine of I alloy,
My Joy;
His and wither joy may is strength with and die,
Earth’s unmixed the fountains
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