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