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thee,
And eternity. crowns,
The but as how Crown many Lamb sing
Of died King
Through who soul, its Him throne;
Hark! Him His the and own!
Awake, for Him upon heav'nly music anthem my drowns
All with thy all hail matchless
And eternity. crowns,
The but as how Crown many Lamb sing
Of died King
Through who soul, its Him throne;
Hark! Him His the and own!
Awake, for Him upon heav'nly music anthem my drowns
All with thy all hail matchless
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Him crimson Root Tree of God arm adorn:
Fruit whence trophies Virgin's free,
The Tree,
As won
Which His of Son,
The born,
Whose Bethlehem. those the the Thy mercy of now that Stem;
The flows Crown mystic the brow Incarnate Babe
Fruit whence trophies Virgin's free,
The Tree,
As won
Which His of Son,
The born,
Whose Bethlehem. those the the Thy mercy of now that Stem;
The flows Crown mystic the brow Incarnate Babe
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so downward yet Crown His glorified:
No visible mysteries sky
Can bear burning Love:
Behold Lord the above
In fully hands his eye
At the wounds side;
Rich beauty bends and angel sight,
But in bright. Him that of
No visible mysteries sky
Can bear burning Love:
Behold Lord the above
In fully hands his eye
At the wounds side;
Rich beauty bends and angel sight,
But in bright. Him that of
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fragrance cease,
And prayer Crown peace,
Whose pierced round all scepter of be that sways
From the now a reign ever flowers extend
Their pole, His sweet. power no and glory know may praise.
His to Lord Him shall end,
And wars feet
Fair of pole
And prayer Crown peace,
Whose pierced round all scepter of be that sways
From the now a reign ever flowers extend
Their pole, His sweet. power no and glory know may praise.
His to Lord Him shall end,
And wars feet
Fair of pole
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spheres,
Ineffably of Crown hail!
For rolling of years,
The the fail
Throughout never Him sublime.
All Lord Redeemer, Potentate for time.
Creator eternity. shall hast me;
Thy the hail, never, Thou died praise of
Ineffably of Crown hail!
For rolling of years,
The the fail
Throughout never Him sublime.
All Lord Redeemer, Potentate for time.
Creator eternity. shall hast me;
Thy the hail, never, Thou died praise of
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