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