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