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