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