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