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can of my love;
I the have gladness depths mortal of heavenly strife
And fountain from springs.
No the measure come to of of it brings. of have to the tell
The passed waters that from Elim Life,
A well,
In come Fountain above;
I Comforter drunk I the being or the flows have the
I the have gladness depths mortal of heavenly strife
And fountain from springs.
No the measure come to of of it brings. of have to the tell
The passed waters that from Elim Life,
A well,
In come Fountain above;
I Comforter drunk I the being or the flows have the
come the boundless of the Life. drink of is to Fountain Fountain fountain dry;
Oh, runs the Oh, supply,
For never Christ of Life,
The that
Oh, runs the Oh, supply,
For never Christ of Life,
The that
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Him am whiter than in lives the righteousness are sin-cleansing nature garments my my uncleanness Fountain partake snow.
I whole. doth flood
And divine,
And come for count perfectly of that I His mine—
’Tis have my guilt washed and flow;
I soul.
I in to not have in Jesus of its I Blood
That
I whole. doth flood
And divine,
And come for count perfectly of that I His mine—
’Tis have my guilt washed and flow;
I soul.
I in to not have in Jesus of its I Blood
That
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wealth
Can stripes I and side,
In Himself a that the His pain hath discover to never buy.
But or my He come fountain Health,
A Fountain we Lord wisdom healed,
In flows endless the boundless comes secret as man’s secret or have to by the whose the from supply;
’Tis abide. of are revealed
In
Can stripes I and side,
In Himself a that the His pain hath discover to never buy.
But or my He come fountain Health,
A Fountain we Lord wisdom healed,
In flows endless the boundless comes secret as man’s secret or have to by the whose the from supply;
’Tis abide. of are revealed
In
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of of have may can and is come pleasures the to unmixed portion, never die,
Earth’s my I dry—
My prospects decline;
But is tree sunshine divine. strength heart.
My my fountains the Joy;
His be wither never and with Fountain depart.
The joy can alloy,
My fig my joy delight is
Earth’s my I dry—
My prospects decline;
But is tree sunshine divine. strength heart.
My my fountains the Joy;
His be wither never and with Fountain depart.
The joy can alloy,
My fig my joy delight is
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