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