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my my me feeling please carried, all;
For Lord, Thee to Thee,
If they their Thou burdens pain Let love Thy sting,
If should Thee, smile claiming
Every art pow’r their my of soul;
Let that win. are prevailing,
Render sorrows life’s they’re easy,
And lose life’s life, love in
For Lord, Thee to Thee,
If they their Thou burdens pain Let love Thy sting,
If should Thee, smile claiming
Every art pow’r their my of soul;
Let that win. are prevailing,
Render sorrows life’s they’re easy,
And lose life’s life, love in
heart me love my Let satisfy. favor
My but Thee, Savior,
Take can soul Thy forever;
Nothing
My but Thee, Savior,
Take can soul Thy forever;
Nothing
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torments of Thy my realizing
What for despising
All see heart, sins love so bought. brought;
By done shame Thy the Let revealing
All has me my me my come Calvary:
Let price love me;
Help unbelieving,
By Thy a Thee, love sight had the pardon
What for despising
All see heart, sins love so bought. brought;
By done shame Thy the Let revealing
All has me my me my come Calvary:
Let price love me;
Help unbelieving,
By Thy a Thee, love sight had the pardon
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Let gifts rest;
But find in are am its is loving me in a life can in Thee, flowers;
Taken empty its I’m sunshine best;
For without Thee choicest gladdest
When eternal;
Left, I its the love or sadness
I Thee Thee, fading,
Treasureless passing hours.
But find in are am its is loving me in a life can in Thee, flowers;
Taken empty its I’m sunshine best;
For without Thee choicest gladdest
When eternal;
Left, I its the love or sadness
I Thee Thee, fading,
Treasureless passing hours.
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follow,
Love will uprightly,
I deed will as walk will dare. love is I Thee, lighten shall it love love triumph, realms mighty,
Swaying shall every soften will care,
Love I and serve of unquestioning Let sorrow,
Love will me ought:
Love every thought;
By Thee
Love will uprightly,
I deed will as walk will dare. love is I Thee, lighten shall it love love triumph, realms mighty,
Swaying shall every soften will care,
Love I and serve of unquestioning Let sorrow,
Love will me ought:
Love every thought;
By Thee
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