Mercilia

Of love Devine
Now a soured story
Of love regrets that
Storys thyn
Mercy me :my rightous glory
Oh then shall sing of
Love Devine
With to one, ah one sided
Story
Love of Christ, thy a world
Subblined

Generations sing this story
Our Christ has risen from
the grave
Toils I make in all his glory
Some may say I am a
Bittered slave

Rewards from God
In all my glory
My descipns, now
all behave

Jesus , Jesus, Precious Jesus
The rich , the poor all
Behave
Jesus, Jesus, oh Precious Jesus
the miracles , Christ rose
From the grave

Have within thy triumph stories
Glory to thy God Devine
Yet ye speaketh with Satan's
Glory
 Oh Folk of Christ might us all
Behave

Jesus, Jesus, ah steadfasted
Glory, victory Christ rose from
the grave

Jesus, Jesus, our triumph and
Glory, 
Precious Jesus we all behave!

Oh dove of Christ complete thy story
Mire as I knowest not details
My affords of peace and glory
May off end the peace I seek

Jesus, Jesus of peace and glory
Seek thyn end in peaceful ways!

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