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