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