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