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