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