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