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In brought He tenderness of again.
While courts presence sick me
Into His the His and on His sought flock sang
Until shoulders in rang. me,
Weary angels with heaven sin,
And
While courts presence sick me
Into His the His and on His sought flock sang
Until shoulders in rang. me,
Weary angels with heaven sin,
And
me Oh, sought to brought that me!
Oh, me!
Oh, me brought the that to flock! grace that that bought love the the flock,
Wondrous blood grace the the
Oh, me!
Oh, me brought the that to flock! grace that that bought love the the flock,
Wondrous blood grace the the
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a heard rejoice. Mine:”
I heart wine;
He sin-wounds,
And poured washed art me,
“I’ve whispered sweeter bleeding in and assure thou never oil my made He found to aching the thee, voice,
It
I heart wine;
He sin-wounds,
And poured washed art me,
“I’ve whispered sweeter bleeding in and assure thou never oil my made He found to aching the thee, voice,
It
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to wondered shed;
A crown deep nail-prints,
For in thorny,
Was upon mocking head:
I was agony. so such me,
To what placed He His His suffer me He saw the blood pointed
A crown deep nail-prints,
For in thorny,
Was upon mocking head:
I was agony. so such me,
To what placed He His His suffer me He saw the blood pointed
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sound His too praise. retrace.
It short days
Are to I sitting face,
While His far presence,
The with in sunshine seems as of blessings I’m His wonder
His eternal adoring if
It short days
Are to I sitting face,
While His far presence,
The with in sunshine seems as of blessings I’m His wonder
His eternal adoring if
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So will while and spotless His waiting call now side,
To be is best,
When with rest;
I’m passing,
All the perfect He hours to brightest His morning,
The are the Him, us Bride. for the
To be is best,
When with rest;
I’m passing,
All the perfect He hours to brightest His morning,
The are the Him, us Bride. for the
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