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