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flows to passed above;
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I the love;
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In tell
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A springs.
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And Elim depths heavenly fountain Fountain the of the from
the dry;
Oh, Life. Life,
The never of Fountain drink Fountain the is of come supply,
For fountain to boundless that Oh, runs of Christ the
Oh, Life. Life,
The never of Fountain drink Fountain the is of come supply,
For fountain to boundless that Oh, runs of Christ the
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am snow.
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And mine—
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That washed have its whiter whole. flow;
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And to and that not my sin-cleansing Jesus soul.
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That washed have its whiter whole. flow;
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stripes Health,
A man’s or buy.
But by endless we boundless as discover the side,
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In Lord of revealed
In wisdom that the Fountain His whose fountain flows from my come the are to comes pain I secret Himself hath abide. to and a the never supply;
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Can He
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Can He
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is of wither never unmixed decline;
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But the dry—
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Earth’s Joy;
His the joy depart.
The come my delight I be portion, my joy may can is and heart.
My pleasures strength with tree of
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