1
Thy glory,
Fill heart wide;
Now me divine;
Saturate now with in Spirit, heart I’m implore beauty,
All here set mine. open Thy Lord, Jesus I Thee,
Mingle abide.
As gazing free my Thy Lord, me, let all with upon my captured Lord, radiancy Thyself from by to I’m religious I duty,
Only now Thee
Fill heart wide;
Now me divine;
Saturate now with in Spirit, heart I’m implore beauty,
All here set mine. open Thy Lord, Jesus I Thee,
Mingle abide.
As gazing free my Thy Lord, me, let all with upon my captured Lord, radiancy Thyself from by to I’m religious I duty,
Only now Thee
2
Thy being the glows alone.
Lord, see its clear my God and in Thy love on Thee with Shining One—how first throne!
Holy the heart Thee when in my the me,
Till the me!
Son name. sank all splendor,
All consume sweetness render,
Tasting I Thee praises of of I of self-love saw shame;
Now flames and Man, glory One, above sky
Lord, see its clear my God and in Thy love on Thee with Shining One—how first throne!
Holy the heart Thee when in my the me,
Till the me!
Son name. sank all splendor,
All consume sweetness render,
Tasting I Thee praises of of I of self-love saw shame;
Now flames and Man, glory One, above sky
3
behold, for Master;
Lord, I Lord, Thy satisfied.
Love provide. anoint hidden deeply Lord, break myself I Thee;
Loving within Thee.
Dearest Precious Lord, for flask the of best head, love my Beloved Thee;
I I’m waste I’ve from depths saved upon alabaster
Gladly me,
Costly I dear oil, outpoured Thee, now in would
Lord, I Lord, Thy satisfied.
Love provide. anoint hidden deeply Lord, break myself I Thee;
Loving within Thee.
Dearest Precious Lord, for flask the of best head, love my Beloved Thee;
I I’m waste I’ve from depths saved upon alabaster
Gladly me,
Costly I dear oil, outpoured Thee, now in would
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come Bride;
Quickly Thee,
But O our I flowing in fore’er fountain,
Till heart’s waiting come, Thy from do love alone, is mountain;
How spices’ yearn dear rest Lord, wilt on all adore embrace.
Not the my satisfied. Thee;
Jesus Thou Lord, as be Thine Thee for My Beloved, Lord, see saints to face.
Drink, I dear with to face I
Quickly Thee,
But O our I flowing in fore’er fountain,
Till heart’s waiting come, Thy from do love alone, is mountain;
How spices’ yearn dear rest Lord, wilt on all adore embrace.
Not the my satisfied. Thee;
Jesus Thou Lord, as be Thine Thee for My Beloved, Lord, see saints to face.
Drink, I dear with to face I
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