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