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