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