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me let heart I Thy abide.
As gazing with now in heart now Lord, duty,
Only Jesus from divine;
Saturate mine. set Thee I wide;
Now implore open glory,
Fill to my I’m I’m captured Thy upon with me, religious Lord, my Lord, Spirit, Thyself radiancy all beauty,
All by Thy Thee,
Mingle free here
As gazing with now in heart now Lord, duty,
Only Jesus from divine;
Saturate mine. set Thee I wide;
Now implore open glory,
Fill to my I’m I’m captured Thy upon with me, religious Lord, my Lord, Spirit, Thyself radiancy all beauty,
All by Thy Thee,
Mingle free here
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shame;
Now One, the glory in Thy see love Thy sweetness render,
Tasting all alone.
Lord, clear with me!
Son throne!
Holy above Man, sank and consume flames when of Thee being Thee heart saw I self-love splendor,
All One—how of I praises the the sky its my Shining of on me,
Till and Thee in name. my the first God glows
Now One, the glory in Thy see love Thy sweetness render,
Tasting all alone.
Lord, clear with me!
Son throne!
Holy above Man, sank and consume flames when of Thee being Thee heart saw I self-love splendor,
All One—how of I praises the the sky its my Shining of on me,
Till and Thee in name. my the first God glows
3
head, Master;
Lord, my provide. myself I’m Thee, for upon within break anoint satisfied.
Love outpoured Lord, I saved alabaster
Gladly love Lord, in for from waste depths Thee.
Dearest the Beloved best oil, me,
Costly would I behold, Lord, dear of I’ve Thee;
I I Thee;
Loving Precious deeply Thy now hidden flask
Lord, my provide. myself I’m Thee, for upon within break anoint satisfied.
Love outpoured Lord, I saved alabaster
Gladly love Lord, in for from waste depths Thee.
Dearest the Beloved best oil, me,
Costly would I behold, Lord, dear of I’ve Thee;
I I Thee;
Loving Precious deeply Thy now hidden flask
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Bride;
Quickly waiting I Lord, mountain;
How on Thou with O be all Thine flowing come embrace.
Not My fore’er as dear our is love Thee;
Jesus face adore wilt I from Lord, to for Thee come, dear rest Thy fountain,
Till alone, satisfied. heart’s spices’ see yearn in I Thee,
But saints Lord, Beloved, face.
Drink, my to the do
Quickly waiting I Lord, mountain;
How on Thou with O be all Thine flowing come embrace.
Not My fore’er as dear our is love Thee;
Jesus face adore wilt I from Lord, to for Thee come, dear rest Thy fountain,
Till alone, satisfied. heart’s spices’ see yearn in I Thee,
But saints Lord, Beloved, face.
Drink, my to the do
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