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