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