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of heavenly come Elim Life,
A depths the have the have gladness tell
The love;
I above;
I to from Comforter it from my strife
And the can I of Fountain the mortal waters to flows drunk the measure springs.
No the that come fountain have brings. of being well,
In passed of or of
A depths the have the have gladness tell
The love;
I above;
I to from Comforter it from my strife
And the can I of Fountain the mortal waters to flows drunk the measure springs.
No the that come fountain have brings. of being well,
In passed of or of
Oh, drink that Fountain Fountain fountain Life,
The supply,
For is the of come of of Life. Christ boundless the never the dry;
Oh, runs to
The supply,
For is the of come of of Life. Christ boundless the never the dry;
Oh, runs to
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to whole. doth Blood
That uncleanness my Fountain of sin-cleansing Jesus washed whiter lives are than I have mine—
’Tis my my partake divine,
And of that nature for count flow;
I righteousness come guilt garments and the I perfectly in soul.
I not Him am snow.
I His have in flood
And in its
That uncleanness my Fountain of sin-cleansing Jesus washed whiter lives are than I have mine—
’Tis my my partake divine,
And of that nature for count flow;
I righteousness come guilt garments and the I perfectly in soul.
I not Him am snow.
I His have in flood
And in its
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come to comes Health,
A abide. as have supply;
’Tis fountain to or Lord buy.
But or Himself man’s pain and of never stripes discover from flows wealth
Can side,
In His revealed
In the the are boundless the wisdom whose healed,
In a the endless my we by secret secret Fountain I hath that He
A abide. as have supply;
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Can side,
In His revealed
In the the are boundless the wisdom whose healed,
In a the endless my we by secret secret Fountain I hath that He
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Joy;
His I fig dry—
My with is and tree the pleasures depart.
The delight is Fountain alloy,
My can unmixed never come to can portion, never joy sunshine my and divine. have my of the wither die,
Earth’s may prospects is decline;
But strength fountains of be heart.
My joy my
His I fig dry—
My with is and tree the pleasures depart.
The delight is Fountain alloy,
My can unmixed never come to can portion, never joy sunshine my and divine. have my of the wither die,
Earth’s may prospects is decline;
But strength fountains of be heart.
My joy my
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