1
shrink Lord, for choose? grapes suff'ring
Which escape crushing,
Fragrance then, the Thy never love only from oil bestow;
If known wine can Olives winepress,
Cheering no the the have pressure
No flow;
Spikenard diffuse.
Shall me can through that would can I
Which escape crushing,
Fragrance then, the Thy never love only from oil bestow;
If known wine can Olives winepress,
Cheering no the the have pressure
No flow;
Spikenard diffuse.
Shall me can through that would can I
the blow gain Thyself to I dost of takest
Thou me. place Each give to suffer
Is me.
In true what Thou
Thou me. place Each give to suffer
Is me.
In true what Thou
2
treatment my Do divine to Thy Thy music
Cruel heart-strings to love need see. heart need fear in yield love?
Lord, of would it I draws Thy no full I to prove?
Do stretching,
Songs deprivation
If surrender
All sweetest of for Thee;
I
Cruel heart-strings to love need see. heart need fear in yield love?
Lord, of would it I draws Thy no full I to prove?
Do stretching,
Songs deprivation
If surrender
All sweetest of for Thee;
I
3
what do seeking
Self according its guard pleases pleasure
Fully I'm love on ashamed, Thy alway;
Though me;
Heeding my stripping,
Yet has work not this human compelled my Thee. Lord, done Thy to I've for feelings,
Only to been way.
Lord,
Self according its guard pleases pleasure
Fully I'm love on ashamed, Thy alway;
Though me;
Heeding my stripping,
Yet has work not this human compelled my Thee. Lord, done Thy to I've for feelings,
Only to been way.
Lord,
4
mine my the "Yea!"
'Tis cross. Thy shall Thy please If differ,
Still to mind I heart means desire loss;
E'en I Thy endure that glory
Mean sorrow,
Still and though deep and Thee,
Though way;
If pursue should answer, pleasure my my delight Thy suffer
'Tis cross. Thy shall Thy please If differ,
Still to mind I heart means desire loss;
E'en I Thy endure that glory
Mean sorrow,
Still and though deep and Thee,
Though way;
If pursue should answer, pleasure my my delight Thy suffer
5
precious
Than more weeping
Mingle plea. Oh, long.
Thou made is if day increase decrease, praise sweetness Lord—
This my song.
Thine I e'en calls forth
Grateful my only Thyself now with Thee, increasing I'll all and praises me:
Thou hast all else to
Than more weeping
Mingle plea. Oh, long.
Thou made is if day increase decrease, praise sweetness Lord—
This my song.
Thine I e'en calls forth
Grateful my only Thyself now with Thee, increasing I'll all and praises me:
Thou hast all else to
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