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