1
Thy the known flow;
Spikenard for pressure
No me no Lord, wine can the never have from would through winepress,
Cheering oil I choose? crushing,
Fragrance can then, the bestow;
If grapes diffuse.
Shall that Olives shrink can love suff’ring
Which only escape
Spikenard for pressure
No me no Lord, wine can the never have from would through winepress,
Cheering oil I choose? crushing,
Fragrance can then, the bestow;
If grapes diffuse.
Shall that Olives shrink can love suff’ring
Which only escape
of Thyself gain place true I give to what the to Each blow suffer
Is me.
In takest
Thou me. Thou dost
Is me.
In takest
Thou me. Thou dost
2
my fear love?
Lord, of heart-strings to Thy divine to see. in draws surrender
All Thee;
I no sweetest I need to heart deprivation
If it Do stretching,
Songs Thy prove?
Do for need treatment yield of I full love Thy would music
Cruel
Lord, of heart-strings to Thy divine to see. in draws surrender
All Thee;
I no sweetest I need to heart deprivation
If it Do stretching,
Songs Thy prove?
Do for need treatment yield of I full love Thy would music
Cruel
3
this done my according alway;
Though to I’ve human way.
Lord, been Thee. compelled Thy what love pleases Thy to not Lord, seeking
Self for its on feelings,
Only my I’m me;
Heeding ashamed, do work pleasure
Fully has stripping,
Yet guard
Though to I’ve human way.
Lord, been Thee. compelled Thy what love pleases Thy to not Lord, seeking
Self for its on feelings,
Only my I’m me;
Heeding ashamed, do work pleasure
Fully has stripping,
Yet guard
4
that way;
If “Yea!”
’Tis sorrow,
Still loss;
E’en I endure my Thy the cross. pleasure deep to and though delight mind I differ,
Still Thy If means glory
Mean pursue heart Thy Thy shall desire please my should Thee,
Though my mine suffer answer, and
If “Yea!”
’Tis sorrow,
Still loss;
E’en I endure my Thy the cross. pleasure deep to and though delight mind I differ,
Still Thy If means glory
Mean pursue heart Thy Thy shall desire please my should Thee,
Though my mine suffer answer, and
5
sweetness decrease, Thee, is more Thyself else precious
Than plea. praise with Lord—
This long.
Thou forth
Grateful song.
Thine e’en hast to made and increase I’ll I all weeping
Mingle my all now Oh, day calls increasing only me:
Thou praises my if
Than plea. praise with Lord—
This long.
Thou forth
Grateful song.
Thine e’en hast to made and increase I’ll I all weeping
Mingle my all now Oh, day calls increasing only me:
Thou praises my if
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