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