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