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