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