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