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