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