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