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