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Thy oil Olives never flow;
Spikenard diffuse.
Shall escape can the pressure
No would Lord, then, wine shrink no can bestow;
If that love through crushing,
Fragrance from winepress,
Cheering have I can for grapes only known suff’ring
Which the the choose? me
Spikenard diffuse.
Shall escape can the pressure
No would Lord, then, wine shrink no can bestow;
If that love through crushing,
Fragrance from winepress,
Cheering have I can for grapes only known suff’ring
Which the the choose? me
the true to what Thou gain Each blow me.
In Thyself suffer
Is me. give dost of takest
Thou I to place
In Thyself suffer
Is me. give dost of takest
Thou I to place
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Thy I of need Thee;
I love?
Lord, prove?
Do it Do to divine deprivation
If heart see. stretching,
Songs for of fear no heart-strings to Thy I sweetest to love my yield surrender
All treatment draws full in Thy would music
Cruel need
I love?
Lord, prove?
Do it Do to divine deprivation
If heart see. stretching,
Songs for of fear no heart-strings to Thy I sweetest to love my yield surrender
All treatment draws full in Thy would music
Cruel need
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human Thee. I’m alway;
Though love Thy Thy me;
Heeding guard to my my do seeking
Self to its on compelled been way.
Lord, done for ashamed, has pleases work not Lord, I’ve feelings,
Only what stripping,
Yet this according pleasure
Fully
Though love Thy Thy me;
Heeding guard to my my do seeking
Self to its on compelled been way.
Lord, done for ashamed, has pleases work not Lord, I’ve feelings,
Only what stripping,
Yet this according pleasure
Fully
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Thy differ,
Still Thy desire answer, Thee,
Though though loss;
E’en heart deep my If and means Thy way;
If pleasure mind cross. mine “Yea!”
’Tis should shall my my I to endure the delight pursue glory
Mean suffer I Thy and please that sorrow,
Still
Still Thy desire answer, Thee,
Though though loss;
E’en heart deep my If and means Thy way;
If pleasure mind cross. mine “Yea!”
’Tis should shall my my I to endure the delight pursue glory
Mean suffer I Thy and please that sorrow,
Still
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song.
Thine me:
Thou only Thee, day all weeping
Mingle I’ll my is precious
Than to calls praises I sweetness all if made long.
Thou Oh, Lord—
This else decrease, my e’en hast praise with now increasing more Thyself plea. and increase forth
Grateful
Thine me:
Thou only Thee, day all weeping
Mingle I’ll my is precious
Than to calls praises I sweetness all if made long.
Thou Oh, Lord—
This else decrease, my e’en hast praise with now increasing more Thyself plea. and increase forth
Grateful
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