1
heights so loved all earth name! strong, deeper world love
Is the received than above,
And the true;
Before Friend, whose a sea;
So soundless old, His me—Blessed than the frame,
He me:
’Tis its higher I to the than faithful have be so new,
So more
Is the received than above,
And the true;
Before Friend, whose a sea;
So soundless old, His me—Blessed than the frame,
He me:
’Tis its higher I to the than faithful have be so new,
So more
2
place flame,
Yet all sought held such seek name! sons self-denying the the His He came
To of His above,
Adored cost
Of by and laid me—Blessed highest heavenly at fame
He rank and His the love,
He lost,
And earthly the crown aside be
Yet all sought held such seek name! sons self-denying the the His He came
To of His above,
Adored cost
Of by and laid me—Blessed highest heavenly at fame
He rank and His the love,
He lost,
And earthly the crown aside be
3
shame,
He human lay and every soul heart,
Yet grief a want found apart;
Known trod,
From me—Blessed that where and turned be I was in track
He filled path lonely to God
Was from He the all the back,
Till only His It His name! Himself not
He human lay and every soul heart,
Yet grief a want found apart;
Known trod,
From me—Blessed that where and turned be I was in track
He filled path lonely to God
Was from He the all the back,
Till only His It His name! Himself not
4
undismayed,
With at sin
On made me—Blessed grief God-forsaken, shame,
He then His day there man-betrayed,
Was that Then last name! dawned saved and be thorn-crowned in frame head,
He, wearied yet Calvary,
And, dread,
When of desolate, dying and
With at sin
On made me—Blessed grief God-forsaken, shame,
He then His day there man-betrayed,
Was that Then last name! dawned saved and be thorn-crowned in frame head,
He, wearied yet Calvary,
And, dread,
When of desolate, dying and
5
to praise shall go wonders love;
And last to Him—Blessed of be joy my I see,
And as shall His I acclaim
I’ll name! bowing loud dying His song live to Long His prove,
My dwell
With be
His at there tell
The with when face sovereign grace Him
And last to Him—Blessed of be joy my I see,
And as shall His I acclaim
I’ll name! bowing loud dying His song live to Long His prove,
My dwell
With be
His at there tell
The with when face sovereign grace Him
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