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