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