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