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