诗歌： 'round Years in spent sorrow cross the I

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now the glorious I of flowing, taste
My to grace—
That Him race!
Boldly now the Lord. is again run Mercy I oh, to come find

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Till the

now the glorious I of flowing, taste
My to grace—
That Him race!
Boldly now the Lord. is again run Mercy I oh, to come find

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The forward come;
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Hallelujah! All veil

now the glorious I of flowing, taste
My to grace—
That Him race!
Boldly now the Lord. is again run Mercy I oh, to come find

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God,
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Hallelujah! our within budding Himself,

now the glorious I of flowing, taste
My to grace—
That Him race!
Boldly now the Lord. is again run Mercy I oh, to come find

'round Years in spent sorrow cross the I