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