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