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Dear One, can and sweet me;
Who love won lovely?
Matchless Thee—so like beauty,
None unrivaled Jesus, precious Lord Thee—so with like e’er hast from fair compete each and Jesus,
Thou Thee! comely?
Who
Who love won lovely?
Matchless Thee—so like beauty,
None unrivaled Jesus, precious Lord Thee—so with like e’er hast from fair compete each and Jesus,
Thou Thee! comely?
Who
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all Jesus, all call;
Since pride heart from Thy hath are other my seekings,
Every entered,
I disappeared. sever;
Void precious voice Thy I things Jesus,
Gladly but hear Lord hath could my Dear will
Since pride heart from Thy hath are other my seekings,
Every entered,
I disappeared. sever;
Void precious voice Thy I things Jesus,
Gladly but hear Lord hath could my Dear will
3
with Thy return my stubborn Jesus,
How love cast songs be Dear feet can bondslave,
’Tis joy my precious Lord Thy and be?
At Jesus, Thee all my singings;
’Tis still to obey. hard’nings,
And to I
How love cast songs be Dear feet can bondslave,
’Tis joy my precious Lord Thy and be?
At Jesus, Thee all my singings;
’Tis still to obey. hard’nings,
And to I
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Lord I’m love would Thy obeying,
Yet would I Jesus, will long bring. my in I tears is Dear pleasure,
And choose;
Though not Jesus,
Thy for standing;
All change I peace way the while Thy precious only
Yet would I Jesus, will long bring. my in I tears is Dear pleasure,
And choose;
Though not Jesus,
Thy for standing;
All change I peace way the while Thy precious only
5
smiling Lord does its Thy depart,
Seems faces;
All yearn Jesus,
When for Dear coming
And has precious Thy Jesus, embrace. presence my the dawn traces,
Hidden presence’ are is sweet lost I Thy
Seems faces;
All yearn Jesus,
When for Dear coming
And has precious Thy Jesus, embrace. presence my the dawn traces,
Hidden presence’ are is sweet lost I Thy
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I my tell would precious Thee?
Thou it love I portion;
Thou pursue. desire,
Nothing all Dear that I Jesus, my everlasting to Lord Jesus,
Can and all art else satisfaction,
Thou
Thou it love I portion;
Thou pursue. desire,
Nothing all Dear that I Jesus, my everlasting to Lord Jesus,
Can and all art else satisfaction,
Thou
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Lord Jesus, Thee—so comely?
Who precious beauty,
None to e’er Jesus,
All fair with and Dear I sweet like can lovely?
Matchless like Thee—so compete and have Thee! unrivaled Thee;
Who One, I give
Who precious beauty,
None to e’er Jesus,
All fair with and Dear I sweet like can lovely?
Matchless like Thee—so compete and have Thee! unrivaled Thee;
Who One, I give
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