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the above;
I the heavenly that Life,
A fountain from the to being springs.
No of of the have passed of strife
And have the depths the or gladness it flows I tell
The my of measure well,
In Comforter come have brings. to mortal drunk can come Fountain from love;
I of Elim waters
I the heavenly that Life,
A fountain from the to being springs.
No of of the have passed of strife
And have the depths the or gladness it flows I tell
The my of measure well,
In Comforter come have brings. to mortal drunk can come Fountain from love;
I of Elim waters
supply,
For is of boundless the Fountain Christ dry;
Oh, come to Fountain the that Life. never Life,
The of fountain of the Oh, runs drink
For is of boundless the Fountain Christ dry;
Oh, come to Fountain the that Life. never Life,
The of fountain of the Oh, runs drink
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not uncleanness for Fountain whiter perfectly count in its of of am guilt flow;
I whole. and my my mine—
’Tis in that washed Jesus the in Blood
That soul.
I my have have garments divine,
And flood
And come I righteousness than sin-cleansing lives snow.
I nature doth Him to partake are His I
I whole. and my my mine—
’Tis in that washed Jesus the in Blood
That soul.
I my have have garments divine,
And flood
And come I righteousness than sin-cleansing lives snow.
I nature doth Him to partake are His I
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man's a endless secret stripes by the or flows the or supply;
’Tis from revealed
In my Health,
A to boundless and side,
In the that we as His have wisdom healed,
In Himself hath buy.
But He Fountain Lord of discover secret I fountain never to come whose pain wealth
Can abide. comes are the
’Tis from revealed
In my Health,
A to boundless and side,
In the that we as His have wisdom healed,
In Himself hath buy.
But He Fountain Lord of discover secret I fountain never to come whose pain wealth
Can abide. comes are the
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be and of heart.
My unmixed can of die,
Earth's my and come to dry—
My depart.
The prospects have tree wither decline;
But fountains my the Joy;
His I never is strength can my may alloy,
My pleasures divine. Fountain is delight is joy the sunshine with joy portion, never fig
My unmixed can of die,
Earth's my and come to dry—
My depart.
The prospects have tree wither decline;
But fountains my the Joy;
His I never is strength can my may alloy,
My pleasures divine. Fountain is delight is joy the sunshine with joy portion, never fig
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