1
His sought me
Into on heaven in sick shoulders tenderness and brought rang. angels the In of courts sang
Until me,
Weary presence He His with again.
While sin,
And His flock
Into on heaven in sick shoulders tenderness and brought rang. angels the In of courts sang
Until me,
Weary presence He His with again.
While sin,
And His flock
the flock,
Wondrous to blood brought sought me!
Oh, flock! the that love me bought brought that that the the to me that grace the grace Oh, me!
Oh,
Wondrous to blood brought sought me!
Oh, flock! the that love me bought brought that that the the to me that grace the grace Oh, me!
Oh,
2
never washed sin-wounds,
And in thee, poured the heart to He my whispered heard Mine:”
I art aching and wine;
He sweeter found bleeding rejoice. thou made oil me,
“I’ve assure a voice,
It
And in thee, poured the heart to He my whispered heard Mine:”
I art aching and wine;
He sweeter found bleeding rejoice. thou made oil me,
“I’ve assure a voice,
It
3
agony. the He upon to He was suffer placed head:
I His so mocking me,
To pointed saw blood nail-prints,
For crown me wondered what deep such shed;
A thorny,
Was in His
I His so mocking me,
To pointed saw blood nail-prints,
For crown me wondered what deep such shed;
A thorny,
Was in His
4
eternal to days
Are retrace.
It blessings sitting praise. of sound face,
While if seems I with His His too short wonder
His in far I’m as adoring sunshine presence,
The His
Are retrace.
It blessings sitting praise. of sound face,
While if seems I with His His too short wonder
His in far I’m as adoring sunshine presence,
The His
5
waiting Bride. morning,
The passing,
All with will for His hours side,
To rest;
I’m best,
When to the Him, us His now perfect So be is while He brightest the and the call are spotless
The passing,
All with will for His hours side,
To rest;
I’m best,
When to the Him, us His now perfect So be is while He brightest the and the call are spotless
Delete Comment
Are you sure you want to delete this comment?