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