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