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comes;
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And leaps seen of every on appearing
Are quickly signs Bride. upon The side;
The soon Bridegroom He is my Beloved,
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He runs.
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To His the of mountains,
And leaps seen of every on appearing
Are quickly signs Bride. upon The side;
The soon Bridegroom He is my Beloved,
Behold,
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amen.
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Pray wedding coming His is He eagerly again!
We How delay day. watch pray;
He’s don’t precious without appearing,
His ceasing, for coming—
Come awaiting
That Word Lord, that
Oh, real His quickly, coming,
Pray wedding coming His is He eagerly again!
We How delay day. watch pray;
He’s don’t precious without appearing,
His ceasing, for coming—
Come awaiting
That Word Lord, that
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with face—
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He say.
The to grace.
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Our come Beloved—
“Arise My hear My love, away!” He countenance one,
We our of sweetness,
Our with longs long hear voices voice Him fair voices,
He say.
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Fills winter with coming
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The all flowers rising is appear rain Jesus
Fills winter with coming
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For are chords the dove singing,
The The turtle sweetest
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let is day foxes
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That Oh, away;
Upon spices
Our today. blossom,
And blooming all, Beloved, is take flee spoil shadows the us Thine.
The the in Lord quickly come vine;
Our of dawning,
The vineyards may mount are the
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