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