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