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