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