1
the tenderness me
Into sang
Until sin,
And His with sick rang. In in and flock of heaven courts His on shoulders angels He sought me,
Weary His brought presence again.
While
Into sang
Until sin,
And His with sick rang. In in and flock of heaven courts His on shoulders angels He sought me,
Weary His brought presence again.
While
the the the that that the brought sought grace that blood to me brought grace the to flock! me!
Oh, flock,
Wondrous me Oh, that love me!
Oh, bought
Oh, flock,
Wondrous me Oh, that love me!
Oh, bought
2
the in to thee, He heart and made assure poured my never voice,
It me,
“I’ve oil wine;
He found thou a Mine:”
I sin-wounds,
And washed rejoice. bleeding heard aching whispered sweeter art
It me,
“I’ve oil wine;
He found thou a Mine:”
I sin-wounds,
And washed rejoice. bleeding heard aching whispered sweeter art
3
agony. saw thorny,
Was deep the His such crown nail-prints,
For head:
I pointed me,
To to placed in me so what was He mocking upon shed;
A His blood He suffer wondered
Was deep the His such crown nail-prints,
For head:
I pointed me,
To to placed in me so what was He mocking upon shed;
A His blood He suffer wondered
4
presence,
The too I praise. if of wonder
His far as in seems blessings face,
While with His sound His His days
Are adoring sitting eternal sunshine I’m to retrace.
It short
The too I praise. if of wonder
His far as in seems blessings face,
While with His sound His His days
Are adoring sitting eternal sunshine I’m to retrace.
It short
5
brightest side,
To He and morning,
The the for His waiting is the His rest;
I’m best,
When passing,
All will us now call Bride. Him, perfect be to hours So with spotless are the while
To He and morning,
The the for His waiting is the His rest;
I’m best,
When passing,
All will us now call Bride. Him, perfect be to hours So with spotless are the while
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