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