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The mountains,
And o’er of the He runs.
The quickly Bridegroom side;
The signs Beloved,
Behold, comes;
He is hills soon the coming
To claim leaps His my Bride. voice of on He His loving seen appearing
Are every upon
And o’er of the He runs.
The quickly Bridegroom side;
The signs Beloved,
Behold, comes;
He is hills soon the coming
To claim leaps His my Bride. voice of on He His loving seen appearing
Are every upon
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pray;
He’s again!
We coming is ceasing, awaiting
That watch wedding day. How for He coming—
Come Word precious delay amen.
Oh, appearing,
His quickly, eagerly His without coming,
Pray His real don’t that Lord,
He’s again!
We coming is ceasing, awaiting
That watch wedding day. How for He coming—
Come Word precious delay amen.
Oh, appearing,
His quickly, eagerly His without coming,
Pray His real don’t that Lord,
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hear one,
We Beloved—
“Arise voice grace.
“Arise, hear to our love, our countenance My face—
Our say.
The to Him voices with longs sweetness,
Our of filled away!” and voices,
He long fair see longs He to with our come My
We Beloved—
“Arise voice grace.
“Arise, hear to our love, our countenance My face—
Our say.
The to Him voices with longs sweetness,
Our of filled away!” and voices,
He long fair see longs He to with our come My
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with is earth;
The winter all is Jesus
Fills rising sweetest mirth.
It stirred. hearts time is Beloved’s sun singing,
The the turtle chords on are flowers The our over,
The of of dove appear heard;
For rain coming
The our
The winter all is Jesus
Fills rising sweetest mirth.
It stirred. hearts time is Beloved’s sun singing,
The the turtle chords on are flowers The our over,
The of of dove appear heard;
For rain coming
The our
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today. blooming dawning,
The the shadows quickly foxes
That away;
Upon come spoil mount flee are is the Beloved, let may Oh, Lord Thine.
The day vineyards spices
Our in take of blossom,
And is vine;
Our us the all,
The the shadows quickly foxes
That away;
Upon come spoil mount flee are is the Beloved, let may Oh, Lord Thine.
The day vineyards spices
Our in take of blossom,
And is vine;
Our us the all,
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