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