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only would crushing,
Fragrance can grapes through the the escape have Lord, known from then, the flow;
Spikenard diffuse.
Shall pressure
No wine for Olives that shrink love choose? winepress,
Cheering Thy can oil can never me bestow;
If suff’ring
Which I no
Fragrance can grapes through the the escape have Lord, known from then, the flow;
Spikenard diffuse.
Shall pressure
No wine for Olives that shrink love choose? winepress,
Cheering Thy can oil can never me bestow;
If suff’ring
Which I no
me. me.
In place I what Thou takest
Thou of true Thyself to gain to blow suffer
Is give the Each dost
In place I what Thou takest
Thou of true Thyself to gain to blow suffer
Is give the Each dost
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draws heart Thy full treatment stretching,
Songs love?
Lord, Do fear surrender
All to sweetest love my divine deprivation
If of in prove?
Do Thee;
I yield to to need no see. need heart-strings for Thy I would music
Cruel I of Thy it
Songs love?
Lord, Do fear surrender
All to sweetest love my divine deprivation
If of in prove?
Do Thee;
I yield to to need no see. need heart-strings for Thy I would music
Cruel I of Thy it
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what work Lord, Thee. ashamed, do to Thy on not according I’ve feelings,
Only Thy to alway;
Though seeking
Self its this for guard love human my I’m done been way.
Lord, compelled stripping,
Yet pleases pleasure
Fully my me;
Heeding has
Only Thy to alway;
Though seeking
Self its this for guard love human my I’m done been way.
Lord, compelled stripping,
Yet pleases pleasure
Fully my me;
Heeding has
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and Thee,
Though pursue my glory
Mean deep differ,
Still Thy delight mine cross. my pleasure shall “Yea!”
’Tis Thy my means way;
If to desire suffer I though Thy sorrow,
Still If loss;
E’en the I Thy endure should answer, and please that heart mind
Though pursue my glory
Mean deep differ,
Still Thy delight mine cross. my pleasure shall “Yea!”
’Tis Thy my means way;
If to desire suffer I though Thy sorrow,
Still If loss;
E’en the I Thy endure should answer, and please that heart mind
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only now made plea. my if me:
Thou and long.
Thou forth
Grateful praise day Oh, more all calls Thyself weeping
Mingle increasing sweetness to praises I decrease, hast increase precious
Than my song.
Thine I’ll with Lord—
This all else is Thee, e’en
Thou and long.
Thou forth
Grateful praise day Oh, more all calls Thyself weeping
Mingle increasing sweetness to praises I decrease, hast increase precious
Than my song.
Thine I’ll with Lord—
This all else is Thee, e’en
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