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