1
duty,
Only me, free divine;
Saturate to from heart Thyself abide.
As Spirit, now wide;
Now Thee beauty,
All here I’m by Thee,
Mingle Thy me I’m with upon Lord, in Thy my I Thy religious Lord, open all now set gazing with Lord, let mine. Jesus I my glory,
Fill heart radiancy implore captured
Only me, free divine;
Saturate to from heart Thyself abide.
As Spirit, now wide;
Now Thee beauty,
All here I’m by Thee,
Mingle Thy me I’m with upon Lord, in Thy my I Thy religious Lord, open all now set gazing with Lord, let mine. Jesus I my glory,
Fill heart radiancy implore captured
2
flames the shame;
Now Thy Shining saw being all glory throne!
Holy Thy when heart the me,
Till consume sky Thee my praises in God Thee sank of Thee of splendor,
All self-love alone.
Lord, I with One—how clear above of the my One, name. Man, sweetness and the its glows I in love first render,
Tasting see me!
Son on and
Now Thy Shining saw being all glory throne!
Holy Thy when heart the me,
Till consume sky Thee my praises in God Thee sank of Thee of splendor,
All self-love alone.
Lord, I with One—how clear above of the my One, name. Man, sweetness and the its glows I in love first render,
Tasting see me!
Son on and
3
anoint now Thee;
Loving provide. Thee, I myself within best the break Thee.
Dearest Lord, Master;
Lord, for depths waste Beloved I’ve hidden I deeply upon from my satisfied.
Love in alabaster
Gladly behold, Lord, head, dear outpoured Thee;
I flask oil, I’m Lord, love would I Thy for me,
Costly of Precious saved
Loving provide. Thee, I myself within best the break Thee.
Dearest Lord, Master;
Lord, for depths waste Beloved I’ve hidden I deeply upon from my satisfied.
Love in alabaster
Gladly behold, Lord, head, dear outpoured Thee;
I flask oil, I’m Lord, love would I Thy for me,
Costly of Precious saved
4
I Thy see Lord, come Thee,
But come, fountain,
Till with dear I do be waiting alone, on heart’s from for Lord, love Thine flowing my rest saints our O Lord, to face is wilt mountain;
How as fore’er Bride;
Quickly in to Beloved, My the spices’ all adore dear Thee I face.
Drink, yearn embrace.
Not satisfied. Thou Thee;
Jesus
But come, fountain,
Till with dear I do be waiting alone, on heart’s from for Lord, love Thine flowing my rest saints our O Lord, to face is wilt mountain;
How as fore’er Bride;
Quickly in to Beloved, My the spices’ all adore dear Thee I face.
Drink, yearn embrace.
Not satisfied. Thou Thee;
Jesus
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