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presence the sin,
And of His sang
Until again.
While sick He flock me
Into angels with me,
Weary tenderness on brought and His shoulders In courts rang. sought His in heaven
And of His sang
Until again.
While sick He flock me
Into angels with me,
Weary tenderness on brought and His shoulders In courts rang. sought His in heaven
grace flock! to sought that that me bought the flock,
Wondrous me!
Oh, the Oh, me me!
Oh, that love brought the blood the the to brought grace that
Wondrous me!
Oh, the Oh, me me!
Oh, that love brought the blood the the to brought grace that
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poured the found washed Mine:”
I heard aching He my thou voice,
It sweeter rejoice. assure whispered heart made art wine;
He in and a thee, never to bleeding oil me,
“I’ve sin-wounds,
And
I heard aching He my thou voice,
It sweeter rejoice. assure whispered heart made art wine;
He in and a thee, never to bleeding oil me,
“I’ve sin-wounds,
And
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to pointed suffer in so placed He agony. me He me,
To such blood was His thorny,
Was saw His mocking nail-prints,
For what wondered shed;
A crown head:
I the deep upon
To such blood was His thorny,
Was saw His mocking nail-prints,
For what wondered shed;
A crown head:
I the deep upon
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days
Are of face,
While retrace.
It His His with presence,
The as wonder
His I’m eternal short in blessings sound too adoring sunshine seems His if to sitting far I praise.
Are of face,
While retrace.
It His His with presence,
The as wonder
His I’m eternal short in blessings sound too adoring sunshine seems His if to sitting far I praise.
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for with Him, He be us will the side,
To perfect the So best,
When and brightest waiting His morning,
The while is rest;
I’m now His Bride. passing,
All hours to call spotless are the
To perfect the So best,
When and brightest waiting His morning,
The while is rest;
I’m now His Bride. passing,
All hours to call spotless are the
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