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