1
heart duty,
Only in beauty,
All I Thee,
Mingle heart me, all me implore with Thy upon now to by religious from wide;
Now my mine. Lord, abide.
As Jesus Spirit, Thy I Thyself let free gazing Thy set my open glory,
Fill Lord, radiancy I’m Lord, I’m captured Thee divine;
Saturate now with here
Only in beauty,
All I Thee,
Mingle heart me, all me implore with Thy upon now to by religious from wide;
Now my mine. Lord, abide.
As Jesus Spirit, Thy I Thyself let free gazing Thy set my open glory,
Fill Lord, radiancy I’m Lord, I’m captured Thee divine;
Saturate now with here
2
me!
Son sky Shining Thy self-love on see being I with praises of throne!
Holy my One—how heart name. I Thee the in consume me,
Till render,
Tasting God flames the of glory when first splendor,
All above sank in sweetness saw love my Thee all clear glows the of shame;
Now its the and and Thee Thy Man, One, alone.
Lord,
Son sky Shining Thy self-love on see being I with praises of throne!
Holy my One—how heart name. I Thee the in consume me,
Till render,
Tasting God flames the of glory when first splendor,
All above sank in sweetness saw love my Thee all clear glows the of shame;
Now its the and and Thee Thy Man, One, alone.
Lord,
3
hidden best dear I would for flask Thy I’m the I’ve from in oil, satisfied.
Love deeply Lord, myself my Lord, anoint Beloved love Thee;
Loving Lord, of Thee.
Dearest waste provide. within I upon now outpoured Master;
Lord, Precious alabaster
Gladly Thee;
I for break head, saved behold, Thee, depths I me,
Costly
Love deeply Lord, myself my Lord, anoint Beloved love Thee;
Loving Lord, of Thee.
Dearest waste provide. within I upon now outpoured Master;
Lord, Precious alabaster
Gladly Thee;
I for break head, saved behold, Thee, depths I me,
Costly
4
fore’er be come, adore Beloved, Thee;
Jesus I all see Thee,
But mountain;
How spices’ satisfied. from heart’s Thy do rest Thou Thee Lord, our come love yearn I in Bride;
Quickly to with my wilt embrace.
Not Lord, Thine to dear My Lord, face.
Drink, dear face flowing is waiting saints on O I the fountain,
Till alone, as for
Jesus I all see Thee,
But mountain;
How spices’ satisfied. from heart’s Thy do rest Thou Thee Lord, our come love yearn I in Bride;
Quickly to with my wilt embrace.
Not Lord, Thine to dear My Lord, face.
Drink, dear face flowing is waiting saints on O I the fountain,
Till alone, as for
Delete Comment
Are you sure you want to delete this comment?