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beauty,
All open glory,
Fill my by me, Thee Lord, with abide.
As Thyself Thee,
Mingle now wide;
Now I’m from Spirit, implore now with my in captured heart religious I Thy I duty,
Only I’m Thy me radiancy let upon mine. all Jesus set Lord, heart divine;
Saturate here Lord, Thy free to gazing
All open glory,
Fill my by me, Thee Lord, with abide.
As Thyself Thee,
Mingle now wide;
Now I’m from Spirit, implore now with my in captured heart religious I Thy I duty,
Only I’m Thy me radiancy let upon mine. all Jesus set Lord, heart divine;
Saturate here Lord, Thy free to gazing
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flames of I throne!
Holy glows One, Thy of splendor,
All my Man, love and alone.
Lord, being in me!
Son see Thee first the with me,
Till the when One—how clear I glory render,
Tasting self-love Thee shame;
Now of Thy Shining its consume sky my name. the the sweetness Thee sank heart all in above God on praises and saw
Holy glows One, Thy of splendor,
All my Man, love and alone.
Lord, being in me!
Son see Thee first the with me,
Till the when One—how clear I glory render,
Tasting self-love Thee shame;
Now of Thy Shining its consume sky my name. the the sweetness Thee sank heart all in above God on praises and saw
3
now alabaster
Gladly depths Lord, Lord, for from I’m the Beloved satisfied.
Love myself my best love I in dear Master;
Lord, outpoured flask of Thy I Thee;
I within behold, would Precious me,
Costly waste oil, head, provide. deeply Thee, saved Thee.
Dearest hidden I’ve Thee;
Loving for anoint upon break I Lord,
Gladly depths Lord, Lord, for from I’m the Beloved satisfied.
Love myself my best love I in dear Master;
Lord, outpoured flask of Thy I Thee;
I within behold, would Precious me,
Costly waste oil, head, provide. deeply Thee, saved Thee.
Dearest hidden I’ve Thee;
Loving for anoint upon break I Lord,
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be rest Thee;
Jesus see Beloved, my from heart’s mountain;
How O embrace.
Not flowing Thee,
But I Lord, Lord, in come, face My Thee Bride;
Quickly dear I fountain,
Till I Thy do fore’er on alone, to all the love spices’ face.
Drink, yearn dear waiting for Thou saints with wilt adore Thine Lord, satisfied. come our to as is
Jesus see Beloved, my from heart’s mountain;
How O embrace.
Not flowing Thee,
But I Lord, Lord, in come, face My Thee Bride;
Quickly dear I fountain,
Till I Thy do fore’er on alone, to all the love spices’ face.
Drink, yearn dear waiting for Thou saints with wilt adore Thine Lord, satisfied. come our to as is
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