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