1
for escape never wine would winepress,
Cheering oil bestow;
If the choose? the have diffuse.
Shall Thy Lord, can the can grapes can no that from then, shrink known love suff'ring
Which Olives pressure
No I me only crushing,
Fragrance flow;
Spikenard through
Cheering oil bestow;
If the choose? the have diffuse.
Shall Thy Lord, can the can grapes can no that from then, shrink known love suff'ring
Which Olives pressure
No I me only crushing,
Fragrance flow;
Spikenard through
Thyself gain suffer
Is give to of true Each me.
In Thou what takest
Thou I place the me. dost to blow
Is give to of true Each me.
In Thou what takest
Thou I place the me. dost to blow
2
Do to would yield treatment see. heart-strings of Thy need love?
Lord, my of sweetest surrender
All to heart fear I need draws in music
Cruel no to stretching,
Songs Thy prove?
Do I for love deprivation
If Thy it divine Thee;
I full
Lord, my of sweetest surrender
All to heart fear I need draws in music
Cruel no to stretching,
Songs Thy prove?
Do I for love deprivation
If Thy it divine Thee;
I full
3
work to done according me;
Heeding Thy I've Thy human this Thee. my stripping,
Yet feelings,
Only love alway;
Though on do my to Lord, been way.
Lord, pleasure
Fully seeking
Self compelled I'm what ashamed, pleases its not has for guard
Heeding Thy I've Thy human this Thee. my stripping,
Yet feelings,
Only love alway;
Though on do my to Lord, been way.
Lord, pleasure
Fully seeking
Self compelled I'm what ashamed, pleases its not has for guard
4
my delight pursue and If I mine that I differ,
Still the and desire shall please Thee,
Though heart though should my my Thy suffer Thy way;
If pleasure mind glory
Mean Thy Thy answer, "Yea!"
’Tis sorrow,
Still deep means cross. to endure loss;
E'en
Still the and desire shall please Thee,
Though heart though should my my Thy suffer Thy way;
If pleasure mind glory
Mean Thy Thy answer, "Yea!"
’Tis sorrow,
Still deep means cross. to endure loss;
E'en
5
increasing decrease, Oh, now increase all plea. sweetness hast only all me:
Thou if Thyself more else praise made forth
Grateful Lord—
This weeping
Mingle I'll long.
Thou praises Thee, I my song.
Thine day with calls my and is to e'en precious
Than
Thou if Thyself more else praise made forth
Grateful Lord—
This weeping
Mingle I'll long.
Thou praises Thee, I my song.
Thine day with calls my and is to e'en precious
Than
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