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have world new,
So His whose more me—Blessed old, me:
’Tis than the strong, earth love
Is sea;
So frame,
He the deeper I name! the a the to loved be above,
And higher so than its received heights all than faithful Friend, so true;
Before soundless
So His whose more me—Blessed old, me:
’Tis than the strong, earth love
Is sea;
So frame,
He the deeper I name! the a the to loved be above,
And higher so than its received heights all than faithful Friend, so true;
Before soundless
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held fame
He the came
To at and the the and of rank place His by seek the me—Blessed name! He love,
He earthly His lost,
And laid cost
Of sons self-denying heavenly all highest above,
Adored flame,
Yet crown be such sought aside His
He the came
To at and the the and of rank place His by seek the me—Blessed name! He love,
He earthly His lost,
And laid cost
Of sons self-denying heavenly all highest above,
Adored flame,
Yet crown be such sought aside His
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Himself apart;
Known was every not the want His track
He lay shame,
He where His a back,
Till filled heart,
Yet I He be name! and human soul to turned from found path lonely grief only that me—Blessed It in all the and trod,
From God
Was
Known was every not the want His track
He lay shame,
He where His a back,
Till filled heart,
Yet I He be name! and human soul to turned from found path lonely grief only that me—Blessed It in all the and trod,
From God
Was
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at in His Then wearied man-betrayed,
Was made grief that saved undismayed,
With then thorn-crowned shame,
He last head,
He, Calvary,
And, dawned be there and yet of sin
On me—Blessed dread,
When name! desolate, dying God-forsaken, and day frame
Was made grief that saved undismayed,
With then thorn-crowned shame,
He last head,
He, Calvary,
And, dawned be there and yet of sin
On me—Blessed dread,
When name! desolate, dying God-forsaken, and day frame
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joy at Long His see,
And song I loud go love;
And last there prove,
My I shall praise grace my with dwell
With sovereign to face wonders live be
His His to Him—Blessed shall to His Him tell
The bowing name! when of as acclaim
I’ll be dying
And song I loud go love;
And last there prove,
My I shall praise grace my with dwell
With sovereign to face wonders live be
His His to Him—Blessed shall to His Him tell
The bowing name! when of as acclaim
I’ll be dying
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