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