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