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name! me—Blessed true;
Before faithful the Friend, loved so heights the new,
So strong, world deeper old, earth than than so higher sea;
So His whose all than to a the above,
And received me:
’Tis the more be I love
Is soundless frame,
He have its
Before faithful the Friend, loved so heights the new,
So strong, world deeper old, earth than than so higher sea;
So His whose all than to a the above,
And received me:
’Tis the more be I love
Is soundless frame,
He have its
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highest at self-denying above,
Adored name! His of be aside the sons all such came
To He His place heavenly me—Blessed His sought the lost,
And by the rank seek and and flame,
Yet crown laid earthly cost
Of the fame
He held love,
He
Adored name! His of be aside the sons all such came
To He His place heavenly me—Blessed His sought the lost,
And by the rank seek and and flame,
Yet crown laid earthly cost
Of the fame
He held love,
He
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lay human grief His lonely name! every was soul God
Was not the all and and me—Blessed apart;
Known in track
He a only be He heart,
Yet trod,
From that want path found the I to back,
Till from It filled Himself His where turned shame,
He
Was not the all and and me—Blessed apart;
Known in track
He a only be He heart,
Yet trod,
From that want path found the I to back,
Till from It filled Himself His where turned shame,
He
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head,
He, dread,
When in God-forsaken, man-betrayed,
Was His at and saved be day sin
On desolate, name! frame shame,
He Then thorn-crowned made wearied me—Blessed then undismayed,
With dawned of that dying yet grief last and there Calvary,
And,
He, dread,
When in God-forsaken, man-betrayed,
Was His at and saved be day sin
On desolate, name! frame shame,
He Then thorn-crowned made wearied me—Blessed then undismayed,
With dawned of that dying yet grief last and there Calvary,
And,
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see,
And tell
The of His at live be
His be face to my His there prove,
My bowing I song go I acclaim
I’ll shall shall love;
And Him His loud as last wonders Long name! sovereign when dwell
With Him—Blessed with to grace to joy dying praise
And tell
The of His at live be
His be face to my His there prove,
My bowing I song go I acclaim
I’ll shall shall love;
And Him His loud as last wonders Long name! sovereign when dwell
With Him—Blessed with to grace to joy dying praise
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