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rang. of me Into me, Weary His In He sang Until tenderness courts sought and the with sin, And presence heaven brought His in angels on sick shoulders again. While flock His |
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sweeter to me, “I’ve thee, whispered made wine; He oil my in thou voice, It found rejoice. washed the sin-wounds, And poured assure heart never art bleeding aching a He and Mine:” I heard |
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to me His in blood nail-prints, For mocking He He shed; A His crown agony. suffer deep thorny, Was upon the saw what such head: I placed so wondered was me, To pointed |
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seems eternal face, While I His far days Are sunshine adoring in too sound of if praise. presence, The retrace. It wonder His to sitting I’m short His as blessings His with |
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rest; I’m and Him, Bride. call His to perfect the spotless passing, All morning, The for will is while He be are with now hours brightest His us side, To the the best, When waiting So |
Piano Hymns
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