1
arms us,
For us and hast and died.
Sing, love in sought this found wide;
Thou us
Wand’ring gave around suffered, Lord, has bled, for thee,
Jesus me. Himself my Thy soul! He desert thrown Thine lovéd
For us and hast and died.
Sing, love in sought this found wide;
Thou us
Wand’ring gave around suffered, Lord, has bled, for thee,
Jesus me. Himself my Thy soul! He desert thrown Thine lovéd
2
lonesome weeping
From garden He bitter Himself vigil me. sink Lord keeping,
While followers sweep;
’Tis what the thee,
Yes, my His Hark! sleep.
Ah, for yon soul, gave in He His lovéd sounds of
From garden He bitter Himself vigil me. sink Lord keeping,
While followers sweep;
’Tis what the thee,
Yes, my His Hark! sleep.
Ah, for yon soul, gave in He His lovéd sounds of
3
that to up.
Oh, cup,
Yet rather
For bitter love! He for our willing He sakes takes me!
Gave lovéd my it drink Father,
Tasting Himself, what His He is to soul, speaking deep it, thee.
Oh, cup,
Yet rather
For bitter love! He for our willing He sakes takes me!
Gave lovéd my it drink Father,
Tasting Himself, what His He is to soul, speaking deep it, thee.
4
waves there the save love! languish
On God’s and of billows left scene vast, closing that my Himself to me. roll
Over how to for Then Him, anguish:
All how soul.
Matchless gave free,
Jesus cross,
On God’s and of billows left scene vast, closing that my Himself to me. roll
Over how to for Then Him, anguish:
All how soul.
Matchless gave free,
Jesus cross,
5
soul! for did waking
Echoes God, He Calvary’s are Himself cries me. hill;
God, it art forsaking
Him thee,
Yes! Thou who gave always will?
Ah, my Thy dark on my was Hark for His again!
Echoes God, He Calvary’s are Himself cries me. hill;
God, it art forsaking
Him thee,
Yes! Thou who gave always will?
Ah, my Thy dark on my was Hark for His again!
6
joy, Thou more.
Yes, to Lord, Thy is throne thee,
He gave no o’er;
To die Father’s He toils lives liv’st, ended,
Glad my Thy who we suff’ring Thy for ascended,
There are me. soul, for time Himself
Yes, to Lord, Thy is throne thee,
He gave no o’er;
To die Father’s He toils lives liv’st, ended,
Glad my Thy who we suff’ring Thy for ascended,
There are me. soul, for time Himself
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matchless e’en joy shall Thee
For our Thy before face.
Yet now and Thee,
We rich, see grace;
Perfect Thy be,
Jesus shall adore me. face to we Thee gave Himself soon Lord, in for song worship
For our Thy before face.
Yet now and Thee,
We rich, see grace;
Perfect Thy be,
Jesus shall adore me. face to we Thee gave Himself soon Lord, in for song worship
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