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Are Beloved,
Behold, is seen quickly o’er mountains,
And my Bridegroom the soon
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day. pray;
He’s for amen.
Oh, precious wedding appearing,
His ceasing, again!
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That coming coming,
Pray Lord, How He delay that His quickly, is His watch eagerly real Word without don’t coming—
Come
He’s for amen.
Oh, precious wedding appearing,
His ceasing, again!
We awaiting
That coming coming,
Pray Lord, How He delay that His quickly, is His watch eagerly real Word without don’t coming—
Come
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“Arise longs long to countenance hear My voice fair and face—
Our hear away!” Him grace.
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We to longs voices,
He sweetness,
Our My come say.
The
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coming
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The with heard;
For chords is mirth.
It flowers is sun Jesus
Fills the
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Thine.
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Our Beloved, may foxes
That blossom,
And is
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Our the the let dawning,
The away;
Upon day all, is are today. shadows Oh, the come us in Lord of spices
Our Beloved, may foxes
That blossom,
And is
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