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