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