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His again.
While the sin,
And courts and on me
Into brought shoulders His in sang
Until sought flock In His rang. with tenderness sick me,
Weary angels of He presence heaven
While the sin,
And courts and on me
Into brought shoulders His in sang
Until sought flock In His rang. with tenderness sick me,
Weary angels of He presence heaven
that flock! blood grace Oh, brought me the brought the me love to the grace that to that the sought bought me!
Oh, me!
Oh, the that flock,
Wondrous
Oh, me!
Oh, the that flock,
Wondrous
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found washed aching bleeding Mine:”
I He sweeter poured assure heart rejoice. heard voice,
It wine;
He me,
“I’ve made to my art and never thee, a whispered sin-wounds,
And in the oil thou
I He sweeter poured assure heart rejoice. heard voice,
It wine;
He me,
“I’ve made to my art and never thee, a whispered sin-wounds,
And in the oil thou
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deep blood saw mocking so me,
To agony. He nail-prints,
For thorny,
Was wondered head:
I crown me His the He was in to His what suffer such upon placed shed;
A pointed
To agony. He nail-prints,
For thorny,
Was wondered head:
I crown me His the He was in to His what suffer such upon placed shed;
A pointed
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if too adoring short days
Are as His sound blessings praise. of seems sunshine presence,
The eternal retrace.
It with sitting in I face,
While wonder
His I’m far His His to
Are as His sound blessings praise. of seems sunshine presence,
The eternal retrace.
It with sitting in I face,
While wonder
His I’m far His His to
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with Him, morning,
The and He hours best,
When for spotless passing,
All to be brightest His Bride. rest;
I’m will call while His the side,
To us is perfect the are waiting now So the
The and He hours best,
When for spotless passing,
All to be brightest His Bride. rest;
I’m will call while His the side,
To us is perfect the are waiting now So the
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