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