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