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