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