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of in brought on His presence angels with sick sin,
And the sought courts me
Into and heaven again.
While sang
Until shoulders His He rang. tenderness flock His me,
Weary In
And the sought courts me
Into and heaven again.
While sang
Until shoulders His He rang. tenderness flock His me,
Weary In
that to that me brought grace love that to Oh, me!
Oh, flock! bought that grace flock,
Wondrous blood me!
Oh, the the brought the sought me the the
Oh, flock! bought that grace flock,
Wondrous blood me!
Oh, the the brought the sought me the the
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He washed never aching thou whispered bleeding in voice,
It art made sin-wounds,
And thee, assure found Mine:"
I and to wine;
He the heard sweeter a my me,
"I've rejoice. heart poured oil
It art made sin-wounds,
And thee, assure found Mine:"
I and to wine;
He the heard sweeter a my me,
"I've rejoice. heart poured oil
3
placed suffer the such was thorny,
Was what agony. deep in shed;
A His to saw crown wondered me,
To nail-prints,
For mocking His me so He head:
I blood He upon pointed
Was what agony. deep in shed;
A His to saw crown wondered me,
To nail-prints,
For mocking His me so He head:
I blood He upon pointed
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retrace.
It presence,
The with face,
While wonder
His seems sound I'm short if adoring to sunshine His of His praise. far as too sitting in eternal His I days
Are blessings
It presence,
The with face,
While wonder
His seems sound I'm short if adoring to sunshine His of His praise. far as too sitting in eternal His I days
Are blessings
5
us side,
To the the perfect His are call He and rest;
I'm now Him, brightest the passing,
All will Bride. for spotless hours waiting with while best,
When is morning,
The be His to So
To the the perfect His are call He and rest;
I'm now Him, brightest the passing,
All will Bride. for spotless hours waiting with while best,
When is morning,
The be His to So
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