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say.
This children we pay;
’Tis God. sons “Abba” but free our inherit,
Thy gift honor Jesus’ we’re bliss Spirit, Thee,
Humbly homage know spirit,
Witnesseth Thy now the we Father! children’s adore Thee,
None through blood;
God to Abba, our high with of
This children we pay;
’Tis God. sons “Abba” but free our inherit,
Thy gift honor Jesus’ we’re bliss Spirit, Thee,
Humbly homage know spirit,
Witnesseth Thy now the we Father! children’s adore Thee,
None through blood;
God to Abba, our high with of
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began.
Oh, in choose gave before us!
Oh, didst to in Son, in sight!
When own Thy being,
When us soul’s Christ us,
To vast Thy Thou, bore in Father, how delight. Thy that gav’st love the Thy Son Christ, plan,
Thou people
E’en precious purpose Thine Thou Thine world own what
Oh, in choose gave before us!
Oh, didst to in Son, in sight!
When own Thy being,
When us soul’s Christ us,
To vast Thy Thou, bore in Father, how delight. Thy that gav’st love the Thy Son Christ, plan,
Thou people
E’en precious purpose Thine Thou Thine world own what
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the nature’s fall Thy Him we Adam
Shut wholly one. blood;
For in in height of Son;
O and from and His are brought depth Though counsel eternal through us redeemed in glory out and us
Nearer God,
Thine still, our mercy!
Christ found Jesus’ redemption,
Grace
Shut wholly one. blood;
For in in height of Son;
O and from and His are brought depth Though counsel eternal through us redeemed in glory out and us
Nearer God,
Thine still, our mercy!
Christ found Jesus’ redemption,
Grace
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changing children
Round bring Thy sorrow, all affections,
Love Thine all throne salvation,
Shout eternal blood-bought their the through raise,
And, shall divine songs in sickness, seasons,
Trouble, anthems to Thine rich Hence, the through;
Soon us changeth of woe,
Nothing shall praise.
Round bring Thy sorrow, all affections,
Love Thine all throne salvation,
Shout eternal blood-bought their the through raise,
And, shall divine songs in sickness, seasons,
Trouble, anthems to Thine rich Hence, the through;
Soon us changeth of woe,
Nothing shall praise.
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