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