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On the wings of a snow-white dove |
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He sends His pure sweet love |
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A sign from above |
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On the wings of a dove |
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When troubles surround us, When evils come |
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The body grows weak, The spirit grows numb |
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When these things beset us, He doesn't forget us |
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He sends down His love |
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On the wings of a dove |
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On the wings of a snow-white dove |
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He sends His pure sweet love |
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A sign from above |
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On the wings of a dove |
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When Jesus went down To the river that day |
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He was baptized In the usual way |
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And when it was done, God blessed his son |
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He sent him his love |
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On the wings of dove |
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On the wings of a snow-white dove |
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He sends His pure sweet love |
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A sign from above |
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On the wings of a dove |
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When Noah had drifted On the flood many days |
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He searched for land In various ways |
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Troubles, he had some, But wasn't forgotten |
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He sent him His love |
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On the wings of a dove |
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On the wings of a snow-white dove |
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He sends His pure sweet love |
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A sign from above |
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On the wings of a dove |
