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