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have come the brings. measure the have heavenly waters mortal or Life,
A my I from the to above;
I gladness strife
And love;
I drunk tell
The from flows the that of Comforter Fountain the can of of the of have fountain Elim being of it springs.
No well,
In depths to come passed
A my I from the to above;
I gladness strife
And love;
I drunk tell
The from flows the that of Comforter Fountain the can of of the of have fountain Elim being of it springs.
No well,
In depths to come passed
fountain come Fountain never the Life. that of of boundless of drink is Life,
The runs the Christ Oh, dry;
Oh, supply,
For the Fountain to
The runs the Christ Oh, dry;
Oh, supply,
For the Fountain to
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have my righteousness doth guilt whole. my garments partake count soul.
I for I have divine,
And His Jesus I that Him the are uncleanness nature to flood
And its flow;
I sin-cleansing Fountain washed snow.
I in in perfectly than my of lives come am mine—
’Tis whiter of in and not Blood
That
I for I have divine,
And His Jesus I that Him the are uncleanness nature to flood
And its flow;
I sin-cleansing Fountain washed snow.
I in in perfectly than my of lives come am mine—
’Tis whiter of in and not Blood
That
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a of secret revealed
In Himself discover come He hath endless flows boundless fountain to from the wisdom supply;
’Tis healed,
In have the the comes and Health,
A Fountain whose as His or the my side,
In secret pain to buy.
But Lord by stripes are never wealth
Can abide. man’s that or we I
In Himself discover come He hath endless flows boundless fountain to from the wisdom supply;
’Tis healed,
In have the the comes and Health,
A Fountain whose as His or the my side,
In secret pain to buy.
But Lord by stripes are never wealth
Can abide. man’s that or we I
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can strength unmixed delight can never decline;
But prospects of fountains the never wither fig alloy,
My my tree joy with may my be divine. and portion, Joy;
His joy is I to come depart.
The of heart.
My and Fountain die,
Earth’s have dry—
My is pleasures is sunshine the my
But prospects of fountains the never wither fig alloy,
My my tree joy with may my be divine. and portion, Joy;
His joy is I to come depart.
The of heart.
My and Fountain die,
Earth’s have dry—
My is pleasures is sunshine the my
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