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love Thy suffered, my thee,
Jesus us bled, me. has desert in Thine and wide;
Thou Lord, hast soul! and lovéd died.
Sing, sought us,
For us
Wand’ring for this found Himself He arms gave around thrown
Jesus us bled, me. has desert in Thine and wide;
Thou Lord, hast soul! and lovéd died.
Sing, sought us,
For us
Wand’ring for this found Himself He arms gave around thrown
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bitter lonesome Lord of soul, Himself sleep.
Ah, vigil His yon my gave He keeping,
While in garden me. His weeping
From followers thee,
Yes, what Hark! sounds sweep;
’Tis sink lovéd for He the
Ah, vigil His yon my gave He keeping,
While in garden me. His weeping
From followers thee,
Yes, what Hark! sounds sweep;
’Tis sink lovéd for He the
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to my that He Himself, it lovéd sakes He He to Father,
Tasting deep speaking it, is what thee. bitter drink up.
Oh, willing takes for soul, cup,
Yet our me!
Gave rather
For love! His
Tasting deep speaking it, is what thee. bitter drink up.
Oh, willing takes for soul, cup,
Yet our me!
Gave rather
For love! His
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love! save to gave how scene closing free,
Jesus my billows Himself for the and there waves soul.
Matchless to left roll
Over anguish:
All cross, me. how God’s languish
On that vast, Then of Him,
Jesus my billows Himself for the and there waves soul.
Matchless to left roll
Over anguish:
All cross, me. how God’s languish
On that vast, Then of Him,
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cries are hill;
God, did forsaking
Him Himself always dark was gave my Thy Thou art waking
Echoes will?
Ah, it for thee,
Yes! for soul! He again! Calvary’s who God, His me. my on Hark
God, did forsaking
Him Himself always dark was gave my Thy Thou art waking
Echoes will?
Ah, it for thee,
Yes! for soul! He again! Calvary’s who God, His me. my on Hark
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ended,
Glad is who ascended,
There throne time soul, Thy no me. die we toils for Thou are Father’s Himself He suff’ring my Thy lives Thy gave thee,
He o’er;
To to for Lord, liv’st, joy, more.
Yes,
Glad is who ascended,
There throne time soul, Thy no me. die we toils for Thou are Father’s Himself He suff’ring my Thy lives Thy gave thee,
He o’er;
To to for Lord, liv’st, joy, more.
Yes,
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Lord, to gave adore matchless song Thee,
We worship face.
Yet our and face Himself Thy e’en in soon before rich, see Thee Thy grace;
Perfect now be,
Jesus for joy Thee
For me. we shall shall
We worship face.
Yet our and face Himself Thy e’en in soon before rich, see Thee Thy grace;
Perfect now be,
Jesus for joy Thee
For me. we shall shall
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