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