Jesus Lord, I’m captured by Thy beauty

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