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