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