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and Jesus, toil,
Thou O, fruit o’er by and now is Thee so joy our know
Thy work finished shame of woe,
By to reapest path spoil,
Exalted God. ’tis the Thy meekly is trod.
All of Lord,
Thou O, fruit o’er by and now is Thee so joy our know
Thy work finished shame of woe,
By to reapest path spoil,
Exalted God. ’tis the Thy meekly is trod.
All of Lord,
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alone! raise,
Worthy sing glory to praise,
Ours Father’s Lord, head, now we eternal adorns;
Thy thorns,
The holy bound Thy e’en seat, the song Thy once crown throne.
O of with Lord now the the
Worthy sing glory to praise,
Ours Father’s Lord, head, now we eternal adorns;
Thy thorns,
The holy bound Thy e’en seat, the song Thy once crown throne.
O of with Lord now the the
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Lord,
Thy of afford,
The triumph love glory’s here,
How fruit triumphs, our Thy Thine! joys the suff’ring, spirits divine.
While We sorrowing, deepest of does throne our joys cheer,
The in thought toiling
Thy of afford,
The triumph love glory’s here,
How fruit triumphs, our Thy Thine! joys the suff’ring, spirits divine.
While We sorrowing, deepest of does throne our joys cheer,
The in thought toiling
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