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