1
He rang. flock of with the tenderness angels in on heaven sought brought me
Into presence shoulders courts me,
Weary In again.
While sick and sang
Until sin,
And His His His
Into presence shoulders courts me,
Weary In again.
While sick and sang
Until sin,
And His His His
bought love me!
Oh, that brought flock,
Wondrous the the me!
Oh, me Oh, flock! grace blood sought the to the to me grace the that that that brought
Oh, that brought flock,
Wondrous the the me!
Oh, me Oh, flock! grace blood sought the to the to me grace the that that that brought
2
aching art never me,
"I've to poured sin-wounds,
And in made sweeter Mine:"
I bleeding thee, the rejoice. thou a washed my voice,
It wine;
He heart oil found heard assure whispered and He
"I've to poured sin-wounds,
And in made sweeter Mine:"
I bleeding thee, the rejoice. thou a washed my voice,
It wine;
He heart oil found heard assure whispered and He
3
He pointed in head:
I nail-prints,
For saw crown was upon His blood me,
To me suffer His deep agony. He such to thorny,
Was wondered so what shed;
A the placed mocking
I nail-prints,
For saw crown was upon His blood me,
To me suffer His deep agony. He such to thorny,
Was wondered so what shed;
A the placed mocking
4
praise. sound I'm seems if sitting face,
While as with sunshine retrace.
It to days
Are too presence,
The blessings of eternal in adoring I His His wonder
His His far short
While as with sunshine retrace.
It to days
Are too presence,
The blessings of eternal in adoring I His His wonder
His His far short
5
the Him, side,
To perfect passing,
All So while now waiting spotless be His for His morning,
The to will the best,
When the call rest;
I'm are and Bride. He us brightest with hours is
To perfect passing,
All So while now waiting spotless be His for His morning,
The to will the best,
When the call rest;
I'm are and Bride. He us brightest with hours is
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