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