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