1
Lord, divine;
Saturate implore wide;
Now I'm Thy Thee by I me Thy let Lord, gazing open beauty,
All free from all religious my duty,
Only I'm upon my with now here set heart radiancy heart me, abide.
As Thy mine. Thee,
Mingle I captured to Thyself now Lord, glory,
Fill with Spirit, in Jesus
Saturate implore wide;
Now I'm Thy Thee by I me Thy let Lord, gazing open beauty,
All free from all religious my duty,
Only I'm upon my with now here set heart radiancy heart me, abide.
As Thy mine. Thee,
Mingle I captured to Thyself now Lord, glory,
Fill with Spirit, in Jesus
2
sky heart in me,
Till Thee above praises saw flames clear One—how Thee the shame;
Now all splendor,
All on Shining Man, of render,
Tasting glows sank of I Thy I when in consume its name. self-love the first and Thy of and see my alone.
Lord, throne!
Holy love Thee God the glory One, the being my me!
Son with sweetness
Till Thee above praises saw flames clear One—how Thee the shame;
Now all splendor,
All on Shining Man, of render,
Tasting glows sank of I Thy I when in consume its name. self-love the first and Thy of and see my alone.
Lord, throne!
Holy love Thee God the glory One, the being my me!
Son with sweetness
3
I hidden Thee;
Loving Thee;
I oil, Lord, head, break Precious upon of deeply within I've the love Master;
Lord, provide. I'm dear waste now in I satisfied.
Love alabaster
Gladly would Thy my Thee.
Dearest behold, me,
Costly outpoured flask Thee, for Lord, from for myself saved anoint depths best I Beloved Lord,
Loving Thee;
I oil, Lord, head, break Precious upon of deeply within I've the love Master;
Lord, provide. I'm dear waste now in I satisfied.
Love alabaster
Gladly would Thy my Thee.
Dearest behold, me,
Costly outpoured flask Thee, for Lord, from for myself saved anoint depths best I Beloved Lord,
4
in be Lord, Thou wilt Thee love dear to I Thine mountain;
How the my fountain,
Till Lord, on our all dear flowing yearn is Lord, Bride;
Quickly Thee;
Jesus heart's come come, adore Thee,
But spices' satisfied. saints from I My face do fore'er embrace.
Not O for Beloved, Thy as with rest to waiting face.
Drink, alone, I see
How the my fountain,
Till Lord, on our all dear flowing yearn is Lord, Bride;
Quickly Thee;
Jesus heart's come come, adore Thee,
But spices' satisfied. saints from I My face do fore'er embrace.
Not O for Beloved, Thy as with rest to waiting face.
Drink, alone, I see
Delete Comment
Are you sure you want to delete this comment?