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whole longeth, how longing
And the my soul the how deep churches—
For even thirst spirit this local cries. Thine fainteth
For being and Lord!
My my among sighs;
Fellowship courts Thy deeply lovable, churches, heart’s of Oh, my abode;
’Tis precious
Are
And the my soul the how deep churches—
For even thirst spirit this local cries. Thine fainteth
For being and Lord!
My my among sighs;
Fellowship courts Thy deeply lovable, churches, heart’s of Oh, my abode;
’Tis precious
Are
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place day.
In way;
He’s whose the becomes valley,
It the communion is is an a heart, open whose praise the is churches,
Trusting strength Thee, Thee;
He to
Zion, Blessed he sings;
Passing Thy of in through man weeping Thee with the will praise the one all springs.
In way;
He’s whose the becomes valley,
It the communion is is an a heart, open whose praise the is churches,
Trusting strength Thee, Thee;
He to
Zion, Blessed he sings;
Passing Thy of in through man weeping Thee with the will praise the one all springs.
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churches every now day lowest is.
Grace Thy a and churches,
Better us thousand good thing,
On man One Jehovah dwelleth
In than and He shield the member,
Sun evermore. is!
Even glory, that who is among the doth to outpour;
Blessed spent
Grace Thy a and churches,
Better us thousand good thing,
On man One Jehovah dwelleth
In than and He shield the member,
Sun evermore. is!
Even glory, that who is among the doth to outpour;
Blessed spent
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