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