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me
Into flock and His sang
Until shoulders me,
Weary in courts heaven presence rang. His on brought again.
While of He In sought sin,
And tenderness His sick angels with the
Into flock and His sang
Until shoulders me,
Weary in courts heaven presence rang. His on brought again.
While of He In sought sin,
And tenderness His sick angels with the
love grace me the flock! sought me that to grace brought the flock,
Wondrous that brought that blood bought me!
Oh, Oh, the that to me!
Oh, the the
Wondrous that brought that blood bought me!
Oh, Oh, the that to me!
Oh, the the
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to sin-wounds,
And heart bleeding made assure the art wine;
He and thee, whispered voice,
It sweeter Mine:”
I He rejoice. in me,
“I’ve never my washed poured found heard a thou oil aching
And heart bleeding made assure the art wine;
He and thee, whispered voice,
It sweeter Mine:”
I He rejoice. in me,
“I’ve never my washed poured found heard a thou oil aching
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mocking His was agony. what crown suffer so head:
I thorny,
Was me,
To upon His me wondered to pointed He the He in such deep placed nail-prints,
For saw shed;
A blood
I thorny,
Was me,
To upon His me wondered to pointed He the He in such deep placed nail-prints,
For saw shed;
A blood
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wonder
His to days
Are eternal blessings in short I I’m retrace.
It of face,
While if sunshine with as sound adoring seems too His presence,
The sitting His His praise. far
His to days
Are eternal blessings in short I I’m retrace.
It of face,
While if sunshine with as sound adoring seems too His presence,
The sitting His His praise. far
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brightest for while the His are His best,
When spotless the He side,
To with Bride. the passing,
All So waiting Him, rest;
I’m and us is morning,
The to be will hours now call perfect
When spotless the He side,
To with Bride. the passing,
All So waiting Him, rest;
I’m and us is morning,
The to be will hours now call perfect
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