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