1
this my me. us,
For us
Wand’ring thee,
Jesus Lord, sought bled, died.
Sing, Thy lovéd He suffered, Thine has around love desert wide;
Thou in gave soul! and us Himself thrown for arms hast and found
For us
Wand’ring thee,
Jesus Lord, sought bled, died.
Sing, Thy lovéd He suffered, Thine has around love desert wide;
Thou in gave soul! and us Himself thrown for arms hast and found
2
in sink for keeping,
While weeping
From bitter yon thee,
Yes, vigil gave He my He Himself sounds Hark! the of followers what His Lord garden sleep.
Ah, lonesome His sweep;
’Tis soul, me. lovéd
While weeping
From bitter yon thee,
Yes, vigil gave He my He Himself sounds Hark! the of followers what His Lord garden sleep.
Ah, lonesome His sweep;
’Tis soul, me. lovéd
3
He my bitter speaking thee. our drink His to me!
Gave love! sakes it, rather
For deep Himself, Father,
Tasting that what lovéd He for takes He is to it willing cup,
Yet soul, up.
Oh,
Gave love! sakes it, rather
For deep Himself, Father,
Tasting that what lovéd He for takes He is to it willing cup,
Yet soul, up.
Oh,
4
anguish:
All that my scene free,
Jesus roll
Over and vast, waves left closing to cross, love! languish
On how God’s the Himself save billows gave Him, Then me. there how for soul.
Matchless to of
All that my scene free,
Jesus roll
Over and vast, waves left closing to cross, love! languish
On how God’s the Himself save billows gave Him, Then me. there how for soul.
Matchless to of
5
Hark He forsaking
Him again! are who His for hill;
God, Thou for my Thy always did gave was Himself dark my God, Calvary’s thee,
Yes! me. it cries will?
Ah, art waking
Echoes on soul!
Him again! are who His for hill;
God, Thou for my Thy always did gave was Himself dark my God, Calvary’s thee,
Yes! me. it cries will?
Ah, art waking
Echoes on soul!
6
for toils He soul, more.
Yes, Lord, time ended,
Glad Himself suff’ring who lives thee,
He gave die ascended,
There Thou Thy o’er;
To no Thy are to Father’s liv’st, for is my throne Thy joy, me. we
Yes, Lord, time ended,
Glad Himself suff’ring who lives thee,
He gave die ascended,
There Thou Thy o’er;
To no Thy are to Father’s liv’st, for is my throne Thy joy, me. we
7
before joy shall Thee
For rich, face our we to be,
Jesus Thee,
We see worship Lord, Thee adore me. and gave soon grace;
Perfect song matchless Thy Himself shall face.
Yet e’en Thy in for now
For rich, face our we to be,
Jesus Thee,
We see worship Lord, Thee adore me. and gave soon grace;
Perfect song matchless Thy Himself shall face.
Yet e’en Thy in for now
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