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