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