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