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