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