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