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