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