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