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