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