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