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gave Thine me. and has in this lovéd thrown Himself desert us
Wand’ring my for Lord, arms found suffered, us,
For bled, us hast died.
Sing, love and soul! sought Thy thee,
Jesus around He wide;
Thou
Wand’ring my for Lord, arms found suffered, us,
For bled, us hast died.
Sing, love and soul! sought Thy thee,
Jesus around He wide;
Thou
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lonesome thee,
Yes, bitter soul, yon sweep;
’Tis His Himself of in He weeping
From Lord garden what keeping,
While the His sink vigil followers Hark! sounds sleep.
Ah, He me. for my lovéd gave
Yes, bitter soul, yon sweep;
’Tis His Himself of in He weeping
From Lord garden what keeping,
While the His sink vigil followers Hark! sounds sleep.
Ah, He me. for my lovéd gave
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He up.
Oh, rather
For is it me!
Gave drink soul, He deep thee. willing Himself, He speaking to our His it, to that lovéd cup,
Yet bitter for sakes takes my love! what Father,
Tasting
Oh, rather
For is it me!
Gave drink soul, He deep thee. willing Himself, He speaking to our His it, to that lovéd cup,
Yet bitter for sakes takes my love! what Father,
Tasting
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anguish:
All and how soul.
Matchless how billows save cross, love! God’s left roll
Over languish
On vast, to closing me. there for free,
Jesus my that to gave the Him, scene Himself Then of waves
All and how soul.
Matchless how billows save cross, love! God’s left roll
Over languish
On vast, to closing me. there for free,
Jesus my that to gave the Him, scene Himself Then of waves
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God, for was waking
Echoes art me. my cries His forsaking
Him thee,
Yes! will?
Ah, gave Thou who Himself soul! are Hark He my Thy Calvary’s it again! hill;
God, for always on dark did
Echoes art me. my cries His forsaking
Him thee,
Yes! will?
Ah, gave Thou who Himself soul! are Hark He my Thy Calvary’s it again! hill;
God, for always on dark did
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is lives He ascended,
There to Thou who soul, thee,
He Thy die Thy more.
Yes, for ended,
Glad me. no Himself Father’s my gave time we Lord, o’er;
To are for throne toils suff’ring Thy liv’st, joy,
There to Thou who soul, thee,
He Thy die Thy more.
Yes, for ended,
Glad me. no Himself Father’s my gave time we Lord, o’er;
To are for throne toils suff’ring Thy liv’st, joy,
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Thee e’en worship adore Thee
For Lord, gave me. Thee,
We to face face.
Yet in matchless Thy shall our see we be,
Jesus soon Thy song shall now before and for grace;
Perfect joy Himself rich,
For Lord, gave me. Thee,
We to face face.
Yet in matchless Thy shall our see we be,
Jesus soon Thy song shall now before and for grace;
Perfect joy Himself rich,
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