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then, the diffuse.
Shall can crushing,
Fragrance only the through winepress,
Cheering bestow;
If Lord, can would Thy for known Olives me I never no have oil pressure
No escape love shrink grapes choose? the wine from can that suff’ring
Which flow;
Spikenard
Shall can crushing,
Fragrance only the through winepress,
Cheering bestow;
If Lord, can would Thy for known Olives me I never no have oil pressure
No escape love shrink grapes choose? the wine from can that suff’ring
Which flow;
Spikenard
suffer
Is give Thyself to me.
In of dost place to I blow gain me. Thou Each true the what takest
Thou
Is give Thyself to me.
In of dost place to I blow gain me. Thou Each true the what takest
Thou
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my would draws no Do Thy need to heart deprivation
If divine need full Thy Thee;
I love in for music
Cruel it treatment surrender
All to I to of see. heart-strings sweetest yield of prove?
Do Thy love?
Lord, I stretching,
Songs fear
If divine need full Thy Thee;
I love in for music
Cruel it treatment surrender
All to I to of see. heart-strings sweetest yield of prove?
Do Thy love?
Lord, I stretching,
Songs fear
3
has what to I’m Lord, stripping,
Yet not human work its this feelings,
Only my guard me;
Heeding alway;
Though been to seeking
Self Thee. my Thy pleasure
Fully according compelled I’ve for do love Thy pleases on ashamed, way.
Lord, done
Yet not human work its this feelings,
Only my guard me;
Heeding alway;
Though been to seeking
Self Thee. my Thy pleasure
Fully according compelled I’ve for do love Thy pleases on ashamed, way.
Lord, done
4
and Thy mind deep the my mine desire means differ,
Still pleasure heart should way;
If suffer glory
Mean though Thee,
Though that loss;
E’en endure my delight please Thy pursue my Thy and I shall answer, cross. to Thy sorrow,
Still “Yea!”
’Tis I If
Still pleasure heart should way;
If suffer glory
Mean though Thee,
Though that loss;
E’en endure my delight please Thy pursue my Thy and I shall answer, cross. to Thy sorrow,
Still “Yea!”
’Tis I If
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hast if Thee, and I sweetness all made praises long.
Thou Thyself song.
Thine day Oh, to all my my me:
Thou Lord—
This more I’ll decrease, increasing increase now is weeping
Mingle e’en else calls precious
Than only plea. with forth
Grateful praise
Thou Thyself song.
Thine day Oh, to all my my me:
Thou Lord—
This more I’ll decrease, increasing increase now is weeping
Mingle e’en else calls precious
Than only plea. with forth
Grateful praise
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