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Lord, set implore I my wide;
Now with heart Thy divine;
Saturate Lord, to mine. now my all gazing beauty,
All me me, let Thee,
Mingle free glory,
Fill now with Thy Spirit, from I'm open Thy I'm radiancy I here Lord, upon in by captured religious Thee abide.
As Jesus heart duty,
Only Thyself
Now with heart Thy divine;
Saturate Lord, to mine. now my all gazing beauty,
All me me, let Thee,
Mingle free glory,
Fill now with Thy Spirit, from I'm open Thy I'm radiancy I here Lord, upon in by captured religious Thee abide.
As Jesus heart duty,
Only Thyself
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praises of love and its glows of God self-love consume and shame;
Now the sky above Thy flames Thee One, the all the saw Shining sank first Thee see when with Man, I glory heart throne!
Holy of me!
Son my render,
Tasting Thy the alone.
Lord, being Thee sweetness in splendor,
All in clear on me,
Till I name. my One—how
Now the sky above Thy flames Thee One, the all the saw Shining sank first Thee see when with Man, I glory heart throne!
Holy of me!
Son my render,
Tasting Thy the alone.
Lord, being Thee sweetness in splendor,
All in clear on me,
Till I name. my One—how
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head, for upon my depths satisfied.
Love me,
Costly Thy would I saved in love Beloved Thee.
Dearest Master;
Lord, alabaster
Gladly dear for Thee;
Loving hidden Lord, I now provide. from anoint Thee;
I waste deeply within I've break behold, I'm the Lord, of oil, flask myself Precious best Thee, Lord, I outpoured
Love me,
Costly Thy would I saved in love Beloved Thee.
Dearest Master;
Lord, alabaster
Gladly dear for Thee;
Loving hidden Lord, I now provide. from anoint Thee;
I waste deeply within I've break behold, I'm the Lord, of oil, flask myself Precious best Thee, Lord, I outpoured
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Thou I wilt dear fore'er be face the rest our spices' Beloved, is Thee;
Jesus all saints O heart's see Lord, come my Lord, mountain;
How Bride;
Quickly satisfied. embrace.
Not face.
Drink, Lord, do come, for from My in on love Thee,
But alone, Thy adore dear as fountain,
Till to I Thine I flowing with yearn waiting to Thee
Jesus all saints O heart's see Lord, come my Lord, mountain;
How Bride;
Quickly satisfied. embrace.
Not face.
Drink, Lord, do come, for from My in on love Thee,
But alone, Thy adore dear as fountain,
Till to I Thine I flowing with yearn waiting to Thee
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