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