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God beloved with begotten
“This is Morning My had donkey,
Took well-pleased.” him
And beloved two God’s whom
I his You’re Isaac, of in son.
Lord, dawn arisen,
Abraham his Son
And young am men only saddled Son, his
“This is Morning My had donkey,
Took well-pleased.” him
And beloved two God’s whom
I his You’re Isaac, of in son.
Lord, dawn arisen,
Abraham his Son
And young am men only saddled Son, his
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and said, father,
Speaking just another.
Isaac his son young him,
His “Here return Moriah one Isaac, we’ll To son with the led he them then,
“Stay two.
Just men said “My father!” he the am.” I to you.”
To Abraham
said, and
Speaking just another.
Isaac his son young him,
His “Here return Moriah one Isaac, we’ll To son with the led he them then,
“Stay two.
Just men said “My father!” he the am.” I to you.”
To Abraham
said, and
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sheep, bore I blood love,
that death slaughter
Obedient life Your the God You;
As Father
You wood when a Your with live. might You.
Precious for to Lamb,
Slain the a You spoke in the on down earth of began,
Laid were Your from to As lamb laid
that death slaughter
Obedient life Your the God You;
As Father
You wood when a Your with live. might You.
Precious for to Lamb,
Slain the a You spoke in the on down earth of began,
Laid were Your from to As lamb laid
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and then men were majesty my did You,
Despised, You crushed.
Lord, sins You through, Man face.
With so no love hide and sorrows of much.
Chastened, love You scourged their my I pierced bore. sorrows, griefs
and disgraced.
For I to forsaken, You.
From
Despised, You crushed.
Lord, sins You through, Man face.
With so no love hide and sorrows of much.
Chastened, love You scourged their my I pierced bore. sorrows, griefs
and disgraced.
For I to forsaken, You.
From
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were my offenses,
I’m reed—smoking feet.
Jesus of bruised Lord, tears a my flax.
Yet weep,
Flow Your in woman, You lose Lord. one.
Like Your Lord,
Jesus You’d I’d the Dead not just and I You—dear at death sins to love given,
For sheep,
I’m reed—smoking feet.
Jesus of bruised Lord, tears a my flax.
Yet weep,
Flow Your in woman, You lose Lord. one.
Like Your Lord,
Jesus You’d I’d the Dead not just and I You—dear at death sins to love given,
For sheep,
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