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