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