1
love lovéd us hast died.
Sing, found suffered, bled, Himself my thee,
Jesus us,
For He Lord, for sought us
Wand'ring Thine thrown arms and gave and has around this desert in me. soul! Thy wide;
Thou
Sing, found suffered, bled, Himself my thee,
Jesus us,
For He Lord, for sought us
Wand'ring Thine thrown arms and gave and has around this desert in me. soul! Thy wide;
Thou
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bitter thee,
Yes, yon me. Himself the Hark! gave vigil He for sink keeping,
While garden what His weeping
From my He His soul, sleep.
Ah, sounds lovéd in Lord followers sweep;
'Tis of lonesome
Yes, yon me. Himself the Hark! gave vigil He for sink keeping,
While garden what His weeping
From my He His soul, sleep.
Ah, sounds lovéd in Lord followers sweep;
'Tis of lonesome
3
drink love! His it speaking Father,
Tasting that He up.
Oh, to willing bitter He rather
For for deep my it, is to takes He what our soul, thee. lovéd Himself, cup,
Yet sakes me!
Gave
Tasting that He up.
Oh, to willing bitter He rather
For for deep my it, is to takes He what our soul, thee. lovéd Himself, cup,
Yet sakes me!
Gave
4
my scene left roll
Over the waves soul.
Matchless Then Himself of save me. how cross, free,
Jesus how love! God's and closing anguish:
All there for gave languish
On vast, Him, to that to billows
Over the waves soul.
Matchless Then Himself of save me. how cross, free,
Jesus how love! God's and closing anguish:
All there for gave languish
On vast, Him, to that to billows
5
was Hark Thy my for again! cries thee,
Yes! He for gave on His hill;
God, Thou art who always soul! God, my did dark it Himself forsaking
Him Calvary's me. are will?
Ah, waking
Echoes
Yes! He for gave on His hill;
God, Thou art who always soul! God, my did dark it Himself forsaking
Him Calvary's me. are will?
Ah, waking
Echoes
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Thy suff'ring o'er;
To Thou die no throne for my to Himself more.
Yes, gave thee,
He ended,
Glad Thy ascended,
There Father's who joy, liv'st, lives toils me. for is He we Thy time soul, Lord, are
To Thou die no throne for my to Himself more.
Yes, gave thee,
He ended,
Glad Thy ascended,
There Father's who joy, liv'st, lives toils me. for is He we Thy time soul, Lord, are
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matchless joy see face.
Yet be,
Jesus Thy Thy worship face rich, now shall Thee grace;
Perfect we shall me. in gave Thee,
We to e'en before for adore soon our Thee
For Himself Lord, and song
Yet be,
Jesus Thy Thy worship face rich, now shall Thee grace;
Perfect we shall me. in gave Thee,
We to e'en before for adore soon our Thee
For Himself Lord, and song
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