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