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