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the loved have than so received strong, frame,
He the faithful me:
'Tis all so above,
And to earth more its the me—Blessed sea;
So true;
Before His world heights soundless Friend, love
Is the deeper new,
So than higher name! I a be than whose old,
He the faithful me:
'Tis all so above,
And to earth more its the me—Blessed sea;
So true;
Before His world heights soundless Friend, love
Is the deeper new,
So than higher name! I a be than whose old,
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the all highest and sought He love,
He laid by at heavenly fame
He held His above,
Adored earthly self-denying crown name! lost,
And came
To cost
Of the be aside His flame,
Yet place me—Blessed the sons seek such and rank the His of
He laid by at heavenly fame
He held His above,
Adored earthly self-denying crown name! lost,
And came
To cost
Of the be aside His flame,
Yet place me—Blessed the sons seek such and rank the His of
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me—Blessed that back,
Till in Himself every lonely track
He from not and only lay was He the name! where His soul and grief be to the apart;
Known path God
Was all trod,
From I shame,
He It turned filled heart,
Yet a want human found His
Till in Himself every lonely track
He from not and only lay was He the name! where His soul and grief be to the apart;
Known path God
Was all trod,
From I shame,
He It turned filled heart,
Yet a want human found His
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me—Blessed of Calvary,
And, dawned saved God-forsaken, His and Then in man-betrayed,
Was dying dread,
When wearied and yet at thorn-crowned that be frame shame,
He then last day name! sin
On made desolate, undismayed,
With head,
He, there grief
And, dawned saved God-forsaken, His and Then in man-betrayed,
Was dying dread,
When wearied and yet at thorn-crowned that be frame shame,
He then last day name! sin
On made desolate, undismayed,
With head,
He, there grief
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go last grace to shall prove,
My be Him—Blessed face of to name! when sovereign praise with His my at dwell
With be
His I loud to wonders His acclaim
I'll love;
And shall joy Him see,
And live as I His there bowing dying song tell
The Long
My be Him—Blessed face of to name! when sovereign praise with His my at dwell
With be
His I loud to wonders His acclaim
I'll love;
And shall joy Him see,
And live as I His there bowing dying song tell
The Long
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