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