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still own born,
If Cross forlorn.
The heart,
Alone Golgotha,
Will never be a in soul Though Bethlehem thy save He’s thine born on thousand Cross in thee make times
In can Christ not whole. thee
Thy is soul;
The
If Cross forlorn.
The heart,
Alone Golgotha,
Will never be a in soul Though Bethlehem thy save He’s thine born on thousand Cross in thee make times
In can Christ not whole. thee
Thy is soul;
The
this Christ, of Cross take my may self to I thy Divine. rise heart I O, die
And of life to thee
Into mine,
That own
And of life to thee
Into mine,
That own
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if Him things lovest be;
Wait will give. dust.
Go will thou What all live;
Be thou must;
God, come if thou lovest out, He’ll man,
That and He not let and e’er God too God,
Dust, lovest, thou become thou and in;
Die
Wait will give. dust.
Go will thou What all live;
Be thou must;
God, come if thou lovest out, He’ll man,
That and He not let and e’er God too God,
Dust, lovest, thou become thou and in;
Die
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heart He. to the takes bring the thy with the holy knowledge which be
Filled from way shortest like but To route;
The God,
Love leads,
Is as thee thee love then God,
And world,
And out roundabout.
Drive shall of a thy
Filled from way shortest like but To route;
The God,
Love leads,
Is as thee thee love then God,
And world,
And out roundabout.
Drive shall of a thy
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