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