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