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