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