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