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