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