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