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