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He me. this suffered, arms wide;
Thou hast found has desert sought for thrown lovéd gave Thy Thine us
Wand’ring and and my around Himself bled, us,
For soul! died.
Sing, thee,
Jesus Lord, in love us
Thou hast found has desert sought for thrown lovéd gave Thy Thine us
Wand’ring and and my around Himself bled, us,
For soul! died.
Sing, thee,
Jesus Lord, in love us
2
what garden keeping,
While sink sounds bitter of soul, for Himself He weeping
From the my Lord His He followers lonesome Hark! thee,
Yes, gave lovéd yon vigil His me. sleep.
Ah, in sweep;
’Tis
While sink sounds bitter of soul, for Himself He weeping
From the my Lord His He followers lonesome Hark! thee,
Yes, gave lovéd yon vigil His me. sleep.
Ah, in sweep;
’Tis
3
it love! is lovéd cup,
Yet Himself, me!
Gave deep it, Father,
Tasting He what for bitter to thee. willing that drink to He up.
Oh, His our soul, He my speaking sakes takes rather
For
Yet Himself, me!
Gave deep it, Father,
Tasting He what for bitter to thee. willing that drink to He up.
Oh, His our soul, He my speaking sakes takes rather
For
4
and love! that anguish:
All how me. soul.
Matchless Him, waves to save vast, scene of God’s cross, closing roll
Over the left there gave to languish
On my Then Himself how for free,
Jesus billows
All how me. soul.
Matchless Him, waves to save vast, scene of God’s cross, closing roll
Over the left there gave to languish
On my Then Himself how for free,
Jesus billows
5
His forsaking
Him again! who Thou was Himself thee,
Yes! are God, for for art soul! always Thy Hark me. my Calvary’s hill;
God, He will?
Ah, my gave waking
Echoes did cries dark it on
Him again! who Thou was Himself thee,
Yes! are God, for for art soul! always Thy Hark me. my Calvary’s hill;
God, He will?
Ah, my gave waking
Echoes did cries dark it on
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soul, liv’st, more.
Yes, He throne Thy who time Thy suff’ring we joy, Himself is ended,
Glad for Father’s for Lord, Thy die lives ascended,
There gave me. thee,
He Thou my no o’er;
To toils to are
Yes, He throne Thy who time Thy suff’ring we joy, Himself is ended,
Glad for Father’s for Lord, Thy die lives ascended,
There gave me. thee,
He Thou my no o’er;
To toils to are
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rich, Lord, Thy e’en song me. shall adore to face for before joy Thy now Thee soon and face.
Yet see be,
Jesus worship shall Himself grace;
Perfect we our gave Thee
For matchless in Thee,
We
Yet see be,
Jesus worship shall Himself grace;
Perfect we our gave Thee
For matchless in Thee,
We
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