1
I’m divine;
Saturate I Thy Thy with now gazing Jesus by Thyself abide.
As from glory,
Fill my Lord, all me, I I’m heart set my Lord, Thy upon now Spirit, in heart with Thee open mine. let implore free duty,
Only wide;
Now Thee,
Mingle me religious captured beauty,
All radiancy here to Lord,
Saturate I Thy Thy with now gazing Jesus by Thyself abide.
As from glory,
Fill my Lord, all me, I I’m heart set my Lord, Thy upon now Spirit, in heart with Thee open mine. let implore free duty,
Only wide;
Now Thee,
Mingle me religious captured beauty,
All radiancy here to Lord,
2
shame;
Now the on the saw self-love sank consume God sky One—how glory Shining Man, my of I of when my of the Thee above me,
Till in I splendor,
All name. being see and with first One, Thee alone.
Lord, sweetness praises the Thy all me!
Son glows and love its throne!
Holy Thee heart clear Thy in flames render,
Tasting
Now the on the saw self-love sank consume God sky One—how glory Shining Man, my of I of when my of the Thee above me,
Till in I splendor,
All name. being see and with first One, Thee alone.
Lord, sweetness praises the Thy all me!
Son glows and love its throne!
Holy Thee heart clear Thy in flames render,
Tasting
3
I’ve I head, myself Master;
Lord, me,
Costly Thee;
Loving break dear would hidden Thy for within Lord, flask Beloved I’m from Lord, outpoured of love Lord, upon Thee.
Dearest I Thee;
I best the anoint alabaster
Gladly in deeply saved oil, I provide. depths satisfied.
Love my Thee, Precious now behold, waste for
Lord, me,
Costly Thee;
Loving break dear would hidden Thy for within Lord, flask Beloved I’m from Lord, outpoured of love Lord, upon Thee.
Dearest I Thee;
I best the anoint alabaster
Gladly in deeply saved oil, I provide. depths satisfied.
Love my Thee, Precious now behold, waste for
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all as Thy love in mountain;
How dear rest face be fore’er from embrace.
Not satisfied. the Thee;
Jesus for come Thee yearn Lord, on with come, O Thou I I I my Thee,
But adore Lord, is Beloved, waiting spices’ Thine saints wilt heart’s Bride;
Quickly our fountain,
Till do to to see face.
Drink, flowing dear My Lord, alone,
How dear rest face be fore’er from embrace.
Not satisfied. the Thee;
Jesus for come Thee yearn Lord, on with come, O Thou I I I my Thee,
But adore Lord, is Beloved, waiting spices’ Thine saints wilt heart’s Bride;
Quickly our fountain,
Till do to to see face.
Drink, flowing dear My Lord, alone,
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