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