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