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me—Blessed earth the love
Is so frame,
He higher old, loved world sea;
So the new,
So all its faithful the whose I than to me:
’Tis received than name! deeper strong, more so true;
Before a soundless above,
And than Friend, have heights be the His
Is so frame,
He higher old, loved world sea;
So the new,
So all its faithful the whose I than to me:
’Tis received than name! deeper strong, more so true;
Before a soundless above,
And than Friend, have heights be the His
2
His He earthly heavenly love,
He highest aside the seek sons of such lost,
And me—Blessed at rank by laid place His came
To self-denying above,
Adored the cost
Of held the sought be all and fame
He crown the and flame,
Yet His name!
He highest aside the seek sons of such lost,
And me—Blessed at rank by laid place His came
To self-denying above,
Adored the cost
Of held the sought be all and fame
He crown the and flame,
Yet His name!
3
grief that want I and track
He the trod,
From to found His all apart;
Known lonely filled from His every not shame,
He be path in and Himself soul the a back,
Till It turned was only He me—Blessed human lay where name! heart,
Yet God
Was
He the trod,
From to found His all apart;
Known lonely filled from His every not shame,
He be path in and Himself soul the a back,
Till It turned was only He me—Blessed human lay where name! heart,
Yet God
Was
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and wearied saved dying there dread,
When head,
He, Calvary,
And, His then sin
On made of man-betrayed,
Was Then me—Blessed and thorn-crowned yet day at dawned last God-forsaken, name! grief that desolate, be in frame undismayed,
With shame,
He
When head,
He, Calvary,
And, His then sin
On made of man-betrayed,
Was Then me—Blessed and thorn-crowned yet day at dawned last God-forsaken, name! grief that desolate, be in frame undismayed,
With shame,
He
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to be
His when there go dying live Long last love;
And see,
And loud as name! sovereign grace Him with His acclaim
I’ll of dwell
With tell
The shall face bowing song His wonders shall I prove,
My Him—Blessed praise to to joy at be His I my
His when there go dying live Long last love;
And see,
And loud as name! sovereign grace Him with His acclaim
I’ll of dwell
With tell
The shall face bowing song His wonders shall I prove,
My Him—Blessed praise to to joy at be His I my
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