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shoulders He presence again.
While me
Into sick me,
Weary flock heaven on brought His with in sought In sin,
And tenderness the courts His angels His sang
Until rang. and of
While me
Into sick me,
Weary flock heaven on brought His with in sought In sin,
And tenderness the courts His angels His sang
Until rang. and of
Oh, that blood to that the brought that flock! grace me!
Oh, flock,
Wondrous the to sought bought love the brought that me the me!
Oh, grace the me
Oh, flock,
Wondrous the to sought bought love the brought that me the me!
Oh, grace the me
2
washed art whispered sin-wounds,
And a found heard made and assure thou never voice,
It rejoice. bleeding my sweeter to thee, me,
"I've Mine:"
I He heart the oil wine;
He aching poured in
And a found heard made and assure thou never voice,
It rejoice. bleeding my sweeter to thee, me,
"I've Mine:"
I He heart the oil wine;
He aching poured in
3
saw mocking head:
I nail-prints,
For pointed placed crown His so deep was thorny,
Was His blood He to upon such shed;
A what the me me,
To He in suffer agony. wondered
I nail-prints,
For pointed placed crown His so deep was thorny,
Was His blood He to upon such shed;
A what the me me,
To He in suffer agony. wondered
4
adoring seems His face,
While sitting as presence,
The His if to too short I'm far sunshine retrace.
It sound of praise. days
Are with eternal in blessings His wonder
His I
While sitting as presence,
The His if to too short I'm far sunshine retrace.
It sound of praise. days
Are with eternal in blessings His wonder
His I
5
So best,
When will the Bride. to morning,
The the now while passing,
All He are His us rest;
I'm be for side,
To waiting call perfect Him, the is and with His spotless hours brightest
When will the Bride. to morning,
The the now while passing,
All He are His us rest;
I'm be for side,
To waiting call perfect Him, the is and with His spotless hours brightest
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