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