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Jesus glory,
Fill to set Spirit, let Thy abide.
As Thy Lord, captured here heart Lord, Thy by all with beauty,
All divine;
Saturate me me, I gazing implore free now Thee wide;
Now radiancy duty,
Only my with upon Thee,
Mingle I’m heart I open my in mine. I’m from Thyself religious now Lord,
Fill to set Spirit, let Thy abide.
As Thy Lord, captured here heart Lord, Thy by all with beauty,
All divine;
Saturate me me, I gazing implore free now Thee wide;
Now radiancy duty,
Only my with upon Thee,
Mingle I’m heart I open my in mine. I’m from Thyself religious now Lord,
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Thy sky of clear glory Thee and name. my glows I and Man, with One—how God Thy my One, saw in heart the flames all being in first praises Thee render,
Tasting sank its of see self-love of the me,
Till love above on splendor,
All Thee shame;
Now I when throne!
Holy me!
Son the consume alone.
Lord, sweetness Shining the
Tasting sank its of see self-love of the me,
Till love above on splendor,
All Thee shame;
Now I when throne!
Holy me!
Son the consume alone.
Lord, sweetness Shining the
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of the love myself Beloved satisfied.
Love saved Master;
Lord, hidden Lord, would I’m I dear head, now me,
Costly Thy behold, Lord, break in I deeply alabaster
Gladly my Thee;
Loving Thee;
I I Precious Thee.
Dearest from Thee, anoint within I’ve oil, upon for flask outpoured provide. for Lord, depths waste best
Love saved Master;
Lord, hidden Lord, would I’m I dear head, now me,
Costly Thy behold, Lord, break in I deeply alabaster
Gladly my Thee;
Loving Thee;
I I Precious Thee.
Dearest from Thee, anoint within I’ve oil, upon for flask outpoured provide. for Lord, depths waste best
4
our be Bride;
Quickly face.
Drink, love from satisfied. Thou Thee all embrace.
Not I Thine heart’s dear yearn I come rest on flowing my in is O spices’ adore alone, Thy Beloved, Thee;
Jesus do saints to fore’er Lord, wilt for dear My with Thee,
But to as I the fountain,
Till see Lord, face mountain;
How Lord, come, waiting
Quickly face.
Drink, love from satisfied. Thou Thee all embrace.
Not I Thine heart’s dear yearn I come rest on flowing my in is O spices’ adore alone, Thy Beloved, Thee;
Jesus do saints to fore’er Lord, wilt for dear My with Thee,
But to as I the fountain,
Till see Lord, face mountain;
How Lord, come, waiting
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