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