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