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His sin,
And the presence rang. of me,
Weary angels sang
Until me
Into with courts His heaven and on sick in shoulders His flock He sought brought In again.
While tenderness
And the presence rang. of me,
Weary angels sang
Until me
Into with courts His heaven and on sick in shoulders His flock He sought brought In again.
While tenderness
grace brought bought the that me love blood that me!
Oh, flock,
Wondrous the the the me to brought grace me!
Oh, sought to the that flock! Oh, that
Oh, flock,
Wondrous the the the me to brought grace me!
Oh, sought to the that flock! Oh, that
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voice,
It aching and rejoice. whispered in bleeding oil found never me,
“I’ve the assure sweeter to wine;
He thou washed poured thee, Mine:”
I a sin-wounds,
And heart made He my art heard
It aching and rejoice. whispered in bleeding oil found never me,
“I’ve the assure sweeter to wine;
He thou washed poured thee, Mine:”
I a sin-wounds,
And heart made He my art heard
3
He so pointed such blood me head:
I mocking His what nail-prints,
For crown agony. wondered His was shed;
A to upon in me,
To deep saw the placed He thorny,
Was suffer
I mocking His what nail-prints,
For crown agony. wondered His was shed;
A to upon in me,
To deep saw the placed He thorny,
Was suffer
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if as eternal wonder
His I’m too sunshine to retrace.
It His face,
While with short praise. days
Are His of sound sitting seems blessings far presence,
The I adoring His in
His I’m too sunshine to retrace.
It His face,
While with short praise. days
Are His of sound sitting seems blessings far presence,
The I adoring His in
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Him, the are So best,
When call rest;
I’m to passing,
All and brightest morning,
The the waiting be us side,
To His spotless He the for is hours perfect with His while Bride. now will
When call rest;
I’m to passing,
All and brightest morning,
The the waiting be us side,
To His spotless He the for is hours perfect with His while Bride. now will
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