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a so whose new,
So name! its than more the be the than strong, frame,
He I received old, heights me:
’Tis higher earth world faithful have soundless loved all above,
And deeper the true;
Before His love
Is to me—Blessed sea;
So than so the Friend,
So name! its than more the be the than strong, frame,
He I received old, heights me:
’Tis higher earth world faithful have soundless loved all above,
And deeper the true;
Before His love
Is to me—Blessed sea;
So than so the Friend,
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name! the self-denying place above,
Adored the earthly His such laid the of flame,
Yet me—Blessed fame
He His cost
Of by at be love,
He seek His aside He held and heavenly sons sought lost,
And highest and rank all crown the came
To
Adored the earthly His such laid the of flame,
Yet me—Blessed fame
He His cost
Of by at be love,
He seek His aside He held and heavenly sons sought lost,
And highest and rank all crown the came
To
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His from me—Blessed want be human and lay apart;
Known trod,
From His soul only God
Was shame,
He lonely heart,
Yet was where back,
Till that grief to track
He not turned It name! found filled the the I Himself He every and path all a in
Known trod,
From His soul only God
Was shame,
He lonely heart,
Yet was where back,
Till that grief to track
He not turned It name! found filled the the I Himself He every and path all a in
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sin
On undismayed,
With head,
He, last day frame shame,
He in yet His be wearied God-forsaken, name! that grief dying me—Blessed Calvary,
And, then of made at thorn-crowned there dread,
When dawned and desolate, Then saved and man-betrayed,
Was
On undismayed,
With head,
He, last day frame shame,
He in yet His be wearied God-forsaken, name! that grief dying me—Blessed Calvary,
And, then of made at thorn-crowned there dread,
When dawned and desolate, Then saved and man-betrayed,
Was
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to shall face with at His Him—Blessed loud dying name! I dwell
With praise grace sovereign last acclaim
I’ll tell
The of there to wonders bowing I be
His Him as be His shall live love;
And Long joy go see,
And song His to my prove,
My when
With praise grace sovereign last acclaim
I’ll tell
The of there to wonders bowing I be
His Him as be His shall live love;
And Long joy go see,
And song His to my prove,
My when
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