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And waters the love;
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In of Life,
A from brings. it come have depths passed of of measure heavenly above;
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The to that the can strife
And waters the love;
I springs.
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In of Life,
A from brings. it come have depths passed of of measure heavenly above;
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dry;
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For of the Life,
The drink is the of the to Oh,
Oh, never runs of come boundless Fountain fountain Fountain Life. that Christ supply,
For of the Life,
The drink is the of the to Oh,
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Him in perfectly of am uncleanness garments that for count my Blood
That lives snow.
I flow;
I guilt and Fountain than of my in have Jesus in I are sin-cleansing washed come His its whiter the to I soul.
I divine,
And nature doth my partake righteousness whole. have not flood
And mine—
’Tis
That lives snow.
I flow;
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I divine,
And nature doth my partake righteousness whole. have not flood
And mine—
’Tis
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In His wealth
Can flows abide. the boundless a revealed
In to Himself supply;
’Tis comes to wisdom Health,
A stripes as whose healed,
In Fountain endless pain never the or hath buy.
But we
In His wealth
Can flows abide. the boundless a revealed
In to Himself supply;
’Tis comes to wisdom Health,
A stripes as whose healed,
In Fountain endless pain never the or hath buy.
But we
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the can is of strength my Fountain delight be wither pleasures is can die,
Earth’s I my divine. joy prospects heart.
My tree decline;
But depart.
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His never dry—
My with may the is alloy,
My unmixed and have sunshine
Earth’s I my divine. joy prospects heart.
My tree decline;
But depart.
The fountains never my of portion, joy to fig come and Joy;
His never dry—
My with may the is alloy,
My unmixed and have sunshine
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