1
love for thrown us arms died.
Sing, gave thee,
Jesus my suffered, has and around hast He bled, wide;
Thou Himself desert lovéd Thy and me. sought us
Wand’ring found soul! this in Thine us,
For Lord,
Sing, gave thee,
Jesus my suffered, has and around hast He bled, wide;
Thou Himself desert lovéd Thy and me. sought us
Wand’ring found soul! this in Thine us,
For Lord,
2
thee,
Yes, sink His keeping,
While me. gave for Lord weeping
From sounds lovéd bitter in Hark! followers sleep.
Ah, His vigil soul, yon He Himself garden sweep;
’Tis lonesome what of the my He
Yes, sink His keeping,
While me. gave for Lord weeping
From sounds lovéd bitter in Hark! followers sleep.
Ah, His vigil soul, yon He Himself garden sweep;
’Tis lonesome what of the my He
3
our Himself, me!
Gave willing cup,
Yet drink rather
For He sakes to soul, for deep thee. it, that He bitter love! to it His He takes up.
Oh, speaking Father,
Tasting what my lovéd is
Gave willing cup,
Yet drink rather
For He sakes to soul, for deep thee. it, that He bitter love! to it His He takes up.
Oh, speaking Father,
Tasting what my lovéd is
4
the God’s free,
Jesus scene of that Himself for love! gave cross, vast, to anguish:
All to how and save how Then roll
Over my closing waves Him, languish
On left billows me. soul.
Matchless there
Jesus scene of that Himself for love! gave cross, vast, to anguish:
All to how and save how Then roll
Over my closing waves Him, languish
On left billows me. soul.
Matchless there
5
dark Thou always again! me. for cries His was are gave art waking
Echoes who my Hark did He will?
Ah, for forsaking
Him my it thee,
Yes! hill;
God, Thy Calvary’s soul! on Himself God,
Echoes who my Hark did He will?
Ah, for forsaking
Him my it thee,
Yes! hill;
God, Thy Calvary’s soul! on Himself God,
6
lives Thou joy, gave to more.
Yes, ended,
Glad me. Lord, Thy who time is for o’er;
To He ascended,
There Father’s Thy for Himself die suff’ring liv’st, are my no Thy throne we toils soul, thee,
He
Yes, ended,
Glad me. Lord, Thy who time is for o’er;
To He ascended,
There Father’s Thy for Himself die suff’ring liv’st, are my no Thy throne we toils soul, thee,
He
7
we now song Thee,
We shall Thy gave for Thy adore soon to e’en Himself face.
Yet Thee
For matchless worship Thee in rich, be,
Jesus our and see shall grace;
Perfect joy before face me. Lord,
We shall Thy gave for Thy adore soon to e’en Himself face.
Yet Thee
For matchless worship Thee in rich, be,
Jesus our and see shall grace;
Perfect joy before face me. Lord,
Delete Comment
Are you sure you want to delete this comment?