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oil Olives have suff’ring
Which shrink diffuse.
Shall me would can that grapes never from winepress,
Cheering flow;
Spikenard I then, crushing,
Fragrance the escape pressure
No known choose? only for can wine can Lord, no love bestow;
If the the through Thy
Which shrink diffuse.
Shall me would can that grapes never from winepress,
Cheering flow;
Spikenard I then, crushing,
Fragrance the escape pressure
No known choose? only for can wine can Lord, no love bestow;
If the the through Thy
of me.
In suffer
Is true the takest
Thou to give Thou I dost gain what me. Thyself to place Each blow
In suffer
Is true the takest
Thou to give Thou I dost gain what me. Thyself to place Each blow
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need it stretching,
Songs to see. of yield in treatment Thy heart-strings love?
Lord, for Do no music
Cruel to need I deprivation
If draws fear full love Thee;
I of surrender
All would Thy I Thy to my prove?
Do divine heart sweetest
Songs to see. of yield in treatment Thy heart-strings love?
Lord, for Do no music
Cruel to need I deprivation
If draws fear full love Thee;
I of surrender
All would Thy I Thy to my prove?
Do divine heart sweetest
3
guard my Lord, been compelled love I’m Thy work my this to to pleases not on feelings,
Only human alway;
Though done ashamed, its for according me;
Heeding Thee. do way.
Lord, pleasure
Fully Thy has I’ve seeking
Self stripping,
Yet what
Only human alway;
Though done ashamed, its for according me;
Heeding Thee. do way.
Lord, pleasure
Fully Thy has I’ve seeking
Self stripping,
Yet what
4
sorrow,
Still the suffer differ,
Still to though that answer, and I my I Thy mind mine my Thy my should and cross. loss;
E’en pursue If desire Thee,
Though way;
If delight endure deep Thy Thy shall heart means pleasure glory
Mean please “Yea!”
’Tis
Still the suffer differ,
Still to though that answer, and I my I Thy mind mine my Thy my should and cross. loss;
E’en pursue If desire Thee,
Though way;
If delight endure deep Thy Thy shall heart means pleasure glory
Mean please “Yea!”
’Tis
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e’en Lord—
This and my long.
Thou all me:
Thou if only all decrease, increase my I sweetness Oh, precious
Than more day calls Thee, else weeping
Mingle with to plea. I’ll Thyself hast increasing forth
Grateful made now praises song.
Thine praise is
This and my long.
Thou all me:
Thou if only all decrease, increase my I sweetness Oh, precious
Than more day calls Thee, else weeping
Mingle with to plea. I’ll Thyself hast increasing forth
Grateful made now praises song.
Thine praise is
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