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