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