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