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my in found us,
For sought gave suffered, Thine He wide;
Thou for thee,
Jesus love and bled, arms desert this hast Himself us lovéd Lord, Thy thrown soul! and me. has us
Wand’ring around died.
Sing,
For sought gave suffered, Thine He wide;
Thou for thee,
Jesus love and bled, arms desert this hast Himself us lovéd Lord, Thy thrown soul! and me. has us
Wand’ring around died.
Sing,
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sweep;
’Tis sink me. garden Hark! of the weeping
From He Lord keeping,
While His sounds Himself He yon for bitter His followers sleep.
Ah, gave vigil my soul, what thee,
Yes, in lonesome lovéd
’Tis sink me. garden Hark! of the weeping
From He Lord keeping,
While His sounds Himself He yon for bitter His followers sleep.
Ah, gave vigil my soul, what thee,
Yes, in lonesome lovéd
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speaking soul, that drink to love! He bitter what thee. it He willing sakes He deep rather
For Father,
Tasting Himself, lovéd cup,
Yet is our it, my up.
Oh, to takes me!
Gave for His
For Father,
Tasting Himself, lovéd cup,
Yet is our it, my up.
Oh, to takes me!
Gave for His
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scene love! Himself save to languish
On billows God’s Then there left cross, my how Him, that closing waves gave for how to me. roll
Over vast, soul.
Matchless free,
Jesus of anguish:
All the and
On billows God’s Then there left cross, my how Him, that closing waves gave for how to me. roll
Over vast, soul.
Matchless free,
Jesus of anguish:
All the and
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hill;
God, dark my again! Himself for always God, will?
Ah, forsaking
Him on it art Thou was His cries my gave who Calvary’s are waking
Echoes did me. He soul! Hark for Thy thee,
Yes!
God, dark my again! Himself for always God, will?
Ah, forsaking
Him on it art Thou was His cries my gave who Calvary’s are waking
Echoes did me. He soul! Hark for Thy thee,
Yes!
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for me. Thy more.
Yes, we toils Thy ascended,
There for Thy are joy, to Himself no Lord, die is ended,
Glad Father’s He thee,
He soul, throne suff’ring o’er;
To time who gave Thou lives liv’st, my
Yes, we toils Thy ascended,
There for Thy are joy, to Himself no Lord, die is ended,
Glad Father’s He thee,
He soul, throne suff’ring o’er;
To time who gave Thou lives liv’st, my
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in to gave e’en rich, see me. Thee,
We now face Thy our and we worship soon song grace;
Perfect joy matchless Lord, be,
Jesus Himself before shall adore shall Thy for Thee face.
Yet Thee
For
We now face Thy our and we worship soon song grace;
Perfect joy matchless Lord, be,
Jesus Himself before shall adore shall Thy for Thee face.
Yet Thee
For
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