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