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in filled church the deter;
Before view.
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And too.
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And foundation
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Before view.
His her with established,
And too.
His Christ’s deep His love heart’s with longing
And foundation
His thoughts were The her. is is good nought word can and pleasure action
Is made earth’s Him every
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His pondered a of The heart depth feature,
Well-pleasing deep to in of every mused hide
A did sprang Bride. delight,
And all sight.
Creation in creation
He unfathomed
Fixed eve glorious His on Him on being,
But
Well-pleasing deep to in of every mused hide
A did sprang Bride. delight,
And all sight.
Creation in creation
He unfathomed
Fixed eve glorious His on Him on being,
But
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counterpart abate. ’stablished
His her,
His mock state,
He man,
Then thus could gain:
This ne’er And same.
Though yearning was sin beguile to should will blessed, helpless his e’en the never His firm forsake intention,
Eternally
His her,
His mock state,
He man,
Then thus could gain:
This ne’er And same.
Though yearning was sin beguile to should will blessed, helpless his e’en the never His firm forsake intention,
Eternally
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comprehends!
His laid He yet her
With down, graciously richly sought unsurpassed.
The He only to offering
Whose wisdom ascends. love was, oh, an win her
God fragrance life love mercy vast,
As flourished,
And gave Then so
His laid He yet her
With down, graciously richly sought unsurpassed.
The He only to offering
Whose wisdom ascends. love was, oh, an win her
God fragrance life love mercy vast,
As flourished,
And gave Then so
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in with raptured,
His counterpart. glory does And He beholds Bride, untold affection
In His she, draws resurrection
To her most appear.
As longed-for Bridegroom,
His glory near,
And floods is she her her now heart,
’Til
His counterpart. glory does And He beholds Bride, untold affection
In His she, draws resurrection
To her most appear.
As longed-for Bridegroom,
His glory near,
And floods is she her her now heart,
’Til
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