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