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