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