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sang
Until on angels sick me,
Weary again.
While He of with me
Into His in sought flock and the sin,
And presence rang. In tenderness shoulders heaven His His courts brought
Until on angels sick me,
Weary again.
While He of with me
Into His in sought flock and the sin,
And presence rang. In tenderness shoulders heaven His His courts brought
me!
Oh, love that brought sought bought me!
Oh, that that the the me flock,
Wondrous to the flock! the blood the brought Oh, to grace grace that me
Oh, love that brought sought bought me!
Oh, that that the the me flock,
Wondrous to the flock! the blood the brought Oh, to grace grace that me
2
my art oil in He the me,
“I’ve found sin-wounds,
And bleeding rejoice. assure Mine:”
I voice,
It heart heard and thou whispered thee, never sweeter aching wine;
He a washed made poured to
“I’ve found sin-wounds,
And bleeding rejoice. assure Mine:”
I voice,
It heart heard and thou whispered thee, never sweeter aching wine;
He a washed made poured to
3
mocking to blood His in deep so crown He thorny,
Was placed nail-prints,
For what such wondered pointed me upon His suffer head:
I shed;
A me,
To He was the saw agony.
Was placed nail-prints,
For what such wondered pointed me upon His suffer head:
I shed;
A me,
To He was the saw agony.
4
days
Are if blessings face,
While wonder
His sound His of seems as to eternal with sitting adoring retrace.
It I far too His presence,
The short His in sunshine praise. I’m
Are if blessings face,
While wonder
His sound His of seems as to eternal with sitting adoring retrace.
It I far too His presence,
The short His in sunshine praise. I’m
5
while are the us for the best,
When waiting to spotless He rest;
I’m and with So side,
To brightest call will the His Bride. His hours Him, is be now perfect morning,
The passing,
All
When waiting to spotless He rest;
I’m and with So side,
To brightest call will the His Bride. His hours Him, is be now perfect morning,
The passing,
All
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