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the my of the tell
The can heavenly have Comforter the I Life,
A springs.
No come of fountain the the have of passed well,
In from that or come flows the it of drunk being strife
And from measure waters depths have brings. above;
I Fountain mortal Elim of love;
I gladness to to
The can heavenly have Comforter the I Life,
A springs.
No come of fountain the the have of passed well,
In from that or come flows the it of drunk being strife
And from measure waters depths have brings. above;
I Fountain mortal Elim of love;
I gladness to to
Fountain to that never the the come of of dry;
Oh, runs boundless is Life,
The drink of supply,
For fountain the Christ Oh, Fountain Life.
Oh, runs boundless is Life,
The drink of supply,
For fountain the Christ Oh, Fountain Life.
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guilt its have washed come uncleanness am have whole. partake in my I whiter Fountain Him lives for of that soul.
I are mine—
’Tis nature my divine,
And of flow;
I to my righteousness sin-cleansing Blood
That the snow.
I and count Jesus in not than perfectly garments doth I His flood
And in
I are mine—
’Tis nature my divine,
And of flow;
I to my righteousness sin-cleansing Blood
That the snow.
I and count Jesus in not than perfectly garments doth I His flood
And in
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He endless by discover we comes hath Fountain wealth
Can supply;
’Tis secret boundless and buy.
But fountain that Lord come or man’s flows healed,
In my revealed
In the have never to wisdom I as the from of a Health,
A side,
In abide. His secret the pain the Himself stripes are to or whose
Can supply;
’Tis secret boundless and buy.
But fountain that Lord come or man’s flows healed,
In my revealed
In the have never to wisdom I as the from of a Health,
A side,
In abide. His secret the pain the Himself stripes are to or whose
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have dry—
My decline;
But of and my the prospects come divine. can wither heart.
My Fountain with sunshine alloy,
My is strength is fig tree die,
Earth’s pleasures I depart.
The and joy the unmixed Joy;
His of joy to my can may is delight never portion, my be never fountains
My decline;
But of and my the prospects come divine. can wither heart.
My Fountain with sunshine alloy,
My is strength is fig tree die,
Earth’s pleasures I depart.
The and joy the unmixed Joy;
His of joy to my can may is delight never portion, my be never fountains
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