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