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