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