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sang
Until on shoulders His flock me,
Weary with In in He His again.
While rang. sin,
And sick presence the courts tenderness me
Into brought His heaven of sought and angels
Until on shoulders His flock me,
Weary with In in He His again.
While rang. sin,
And sick presence the courts tenderness me
Into brought His heaven of sought and angels
flock,
Wondrous the brought bought the sought to blood the the that brought me Oh, the to me!
Oh, grace that love me grace that that me!
Oh, flock!
Wondrous the brought bought the sought to blood the the that brought me Oh, the to me!
Oh, grace that love me grace that that me!
Oh, flock!
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art He a thou assure heard oil thee, my in to made heart poured wine;
He found rejoice. and voice,
It never whispered aching washed bleeding sin-wounds,
And the me,
“I’ve Mine:”
I sweeter
He found rejoice. and voice,
It never whispered aching washed bleeding sin-wounds,
And the me,
“I’ve Mine:”
I sweeter
3
deep so was me,
To crown shed;
A He His agony. head:
I such suffer placed mocking wondered He me what pointed His blood saw upon the in nail-prints,
For thorny,
Was to
To crown shed;
A He His agony. head:
I such suffer placed mocking wondered He me what pointed His blood saw upon the in nail-prints,
For thorny,
Was to
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short to retrace.
It of presence,
The I’m in wonder
His seems adoring praise. with if as His days
Are His I too sunshine sitting eternal sound far face,
While His blessings
It of presence,
The I’m in wonder
His seems adoring praise. with if as His days
Are His I too sunshine sitting eternal sound far face,
While His blessings
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to passing,
All is rest;
I’m brightest spotless best,
When for He His side,
To now the us hours waiting morning,
The the perfect while will be So the with are His and Bride. Him, call
All is rest;
I’m brightest spotless best,
When for He His side,
To now the us hours waiting morning,
The the perfect while will be So the with are His and Bride. Him, call
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