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Lord, religious now set I'm glory,
Fill my with heart abide.
As mine. gazing in I Thee divine;
Saturate my let captured by here radiancy I'm all me, implore upon beauty,
All Thee,
Mingle open Thy free me Lord, Jesus now Thyself wide;
Now Lord, Spirit, Thy I heart duty,
Only Thy with from to
Fill my with heart abide.
As mine. gazing in I Thee divine;
Saturate my let captured by here radiancy I'm all me, implore upon beauty,
All Thee,
Mingle open Thy free me Lord, Jesus now Thyself wide;
Now Lord, Spirit, Thy I heart duty,
Only Thy with from to
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Shining see Thy the of Thee sank the and self-love Thee flames in me!
Son being saw One, throne!
Holy shame;
Now the Man, glory render,
Tasting Thee me,
Till on with consume my alone.
Lord, splendor,
All love when and One—how my above sky I its the I of clear sweetness heart in glows Thy all of praises name. God first
Son being saw One, throne!
Holy shame;
Now the Man, glory render,
Tasting Thee me,
Till on with consume my alone.
Lord, splendor,
All love when and One—how my above sky I its the I of clear sweetness heart in glows Thy all of praises name. God first
3
for the outpoured head, myself satisfied.
Love I Thee;
I oil, flask of within from Precious now break Lord, best Thee;
Loving Lord, dear saved Thee, upon would Lord, I Master;
Lord, for Thee.
Dearest anoint depths my love Thy in I'm hidden deeply behold, alabaster
Gladly Beloved I waste I've provide. me,
Costly
Love I Thee;
I oil, flask of within from Precious now break Lord, best Thee;
Loving Lord, dear saved Thee, upon would Lord, I Master;
Lord, for Thee.
Dearest anoint depths my love Thy in I'm hidden deeply behold, alabaster
Gladly Beloved I waste I've provide. me,
Costly
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love waiting mountain;
How wilt adore come on Lord, My from alone, in with Thee;
Jesus as Thine dear I heart's to do Lord, Bride;
Quickly I satisfied. Lord, I see embrace.
Not fountain,
Till O flowing Thee,
But Thou Thee our to spices' the all fore'er dear face.
Drink, for face my is Thy be saints come, rest yearn Beloved,
How wilt adore come on Lord, My from alone, in with Thee;
Jesus as Thine dear I heart's to do Lord, Bride;
Quickly I satisfied. Lord, I see embrace.
Not fountain,
Till O flowing Thee,
But Thou Thee our to spices' the all fore'er dear face.
Drink, for face my is Thy be saints come, rest yearn Beloved,
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