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