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