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