Lord, my sin, it grieves me so. How I long for my Lord to come. Bless my God who clothes me bright, wraps me pure in heav'n's Great Light. Spotless Lamb made sin for me. God, Great Judge, just always be. Sealed on high with Christ's Great Pledge never more shall death I dread. One with Him, I stand secure, Safe in Triune hands I'm sure. Christ's great merits giv'n to me. I now hear Him say, "Whom I'm pleased." Long to see the skies burn bright, heaven's hosts all clothed in white. See the King, His vic'try won. Come, pure Bride behold the Son.tʿbt fqlt ạ̉ʿwd Иисус Ты мой покров mn dẖạ ạldẖy yfṣlnạ ʿn ḥb fạdynạ 他们走路的时候 Jezus grzesznych przyjąć chce! سلامك فاق العقول فينا Ишит, яврум, не сьойлюйом : trnym trnym إن قلبي ليس يهوى Прошедший год
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