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