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