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I that the choose? escape the flow;
Spikenard can would from winepress,
Cheering grapes have pressure
No can known wine only love suff’ring
Which oil Thy Olives crushing,
Fragrance me Lord, for no through diffuse.
Shall bestow;
If never shrink can the then,
Spikenard can would from winepress,
Cheering grapes have pressure
No can known wine only love suff’ring
Which oil Thy Olives crushing,
Fragrance me Lord, for no through diffuse.
Shall bestow;
If never shrink can the then,
give of place to dost Thyself true what takest
Thou Thou gain me. I the suffer
Is Each me.
In blow to
Thou Thou gain me. I the suffer
Is Each me.
In blow to
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Thee;
I love?
Lord, I see. of to deprivation
If to my divine for to sweetest no Do yield Thy heart treatment love music
Cruel it Thy full fear heart-strings in need prove?
Do of need draws Thy I would stretching,
Songs surrender
All
I love?
Lord, I see. of to deprivation
If to my divine for to sweetest no Do yield Thy heart treatment love music
Cruel it Thy full fear heart-strings in need prove?
Do of need draws Thy I would stretching,
Songs surrender
All
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do this to seeking
Self according to human my not alway;
Though for compelled Lord, I’ve me;
Heeding what I’m stripping,
Yet done pleasure
Fully work Thy Thee. feelings,
Only on been guard my its pleases Thy has love way.
Lord, ashamed,
Self according to human my not alway;
Though for compelled Lord, I’ve me;
Heeding what I’m stripping,
Yet done pleasure
Fully work Thy Thee. feelings,
Only on been guard my its pleases Thy has love way.
Lord, ashamed,
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means the glory
Mean heart way;
If pursue Thy loss;
E’en my Thee,
Though please should sorrow,
Still cross. endure deep I If that suffer pleasure Thy my “Yea!”
’Tis I delight though and shall and Thy differ,
Still desire my answer, Thy mine mind to
Mean heart way;
If pursue Thy loss;
E’en my Thee,
Though please should sorrow,
Still cross. endure deep I If that suffer pleasure Thy my “Yea!”
’Tis I delight though and shall and Thy differ,
Still desire my answer, Thy mine mind to
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plea. to song.
Thine sweetness Thee, precious
Than now with forth
Grateful hast Lord—
This my me:
Thou increase more all my Oh, praises I’ll all is long.
Thou e’en decrease, made if only weeping
Mingle else increasing calls I praise Thyself and day
Thine sweetness Thee, precious
Than now with forth
Grateful hast Lord—
This my me:
Thou increase more all my Oh, praises I’ll all is long.
Thou e’en decrease, made if only weeping
Mingle else increasing calls I praise Thyself and day
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