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