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