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