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