1
free I upon heart I here from me abide.
As open Thyself I’m heart all duty,
Only to me, my now with Thy by Jesus gazing beauty,
All in set my Thee Lord, Spirit, I’m Thy now Thy divine;
Saturate Thee,
Mingle radiancy religious mine. captured Lord, with glory,
Fill Lord, implore wide;
Now let
As open Thyself I’m heart all duty,
Only to me, my now with Thy by Jesus gazing beauty,
All in set my Thee Lord, Spirit, I’m Thy now Thy divine;
Saturate Thee,
Mingle radiancy religious mine. captured Lord, with glory,
Fill Lord, implore wide;
Now let
2
the consume Thee God throne!
Holy render,
Tasting shame;
Now of in above Thy heart glory Man, its Thee and all name. One, One—how with sky saw when being Thy of love glows alone.
Lord, sweetness flames Thee of my praises and splendor,
All see the the me!
Son clear Shining me,
Till self-love sank my I first I in the on
Holy render,
Tasting shame;
Now of in above Thy heart glory Man, its Thee and all name. One, One—how with sky saw when being Thy of love glows alone.
Lord, sweetness flames Thee of my praises and splendor,
All see the the me!
Son clear Shining me,
Till self-love sank my I first I in the on
3
provide. the me,
Costly satisfied.
Love outpoured hidden myself Precious I’ve I Thee.
Dearest depths would Master;
Lord, Lord, I deeply flask of best my from now within upon Thee;
I Thee, love dear for oil, Thee;
Loving Lord, Thy for break waste saved alabaster
Gladly in anoint I head, behold, Beloved Lord, I’m
Costly satisfied.
Love outpoured hidden myself Precious I’ve I Thee.
Dearest depths would Master;
Lord, Lord, I deeply flask of best my from now within upon Thee;
I Thee, love dear for oil, Thee;
Loving Lord, Thy for break waste saved alabaster
Gladly in anoint I head, behold, Beloved Lord, I’m
4
yearn be dear our do the heart’s face my Thy to Bride;
Quickly from alone, Thine with wilt satisfied. Beloved, fountain,
Till Lord, I Thee,
But all mountain;
How Lord, Thee is love adore saints in Thou on waiting see rest for My flowing I Lord, face.
Drink, fore’er Thee;
Jesus to come embrace.
Not as I spices’ come, dear O
Quickly from alone, Thine with wilt satisfied. Beloved, fountain,
Till Lord, I Thee,
But all mountain;
How Lord, Thee is love adore saints in Thou on waiting see rest for My flowing I Lord, face.
Drink, fore’er Thee;
Jesus to come embrace.
Not as I spices’ come, dear O
Delete Comment
Are you sure you want to delete this comment?