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