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pressure
No love wine can the flow;
Spikenard suff’ring
Which escape me would shrink from diffuse.
Shall I have never then, Lord, Olives for winepress,
Cheering bestow;
If the can only the known oil choose? crushing,
Fragrance that no can grapes through Thy
No love wine can the flow;
Spikenard suff’ring
Which escape me would shrink from diffuse.
Shall I have never then, Lord, Olives for winepress,
Cheering bestow;
If the can only the known oil choose? crushing,
Fragrance that no can grapes through Thy
place true to me. Thou blow the me.
In dost takest
Thou to give Each gain I of suffer
Is Thyself what
In dost takest
Thou to give Each gain I of suffer
Is Thyself what
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it draws deprivation
If see. in stretching,
Songs need of yield Thee;
I I would Do need music
Cruel my prove?
Do divine treatment sweetest to I for Thy Thy love heart-strings to surrender
All fear no Thy to love?
Lord, of full heart
If see. in stretching,
Songs need of yield Thee;
I I would Do need music
Cruel my prove?
Do divine treatment sweetest to I for Thy Thy love heart-strings to surrender
All fear no Thy to love?
Lord, of full heart
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done been I’m I’ve Thee. to its what my alway;
Though seeking
Self compelled this stripping,
Yet feelings,
Only to according guard pleasure
Fully way.
Lord, on pleases has human Thy me;
Heeding Thy not love for do work ashamed, Lord, my
Though seeking
Self compelled this stripping,
Yet feelings,
Only to according guard pleasure
Fully way.
Lord, on pleases has human Thy me;
Heeding Thy not love for do work ashamed, Lord, my
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Thee,
Though my shall my should heart deep Thy glory
Mean I the my pursue pleasure mine way;
If Thy mind If and means suffer please desire answer, sorrow,
Still delight though Thy Thy cross. differ,
Still endure “Yea!”
’Tis loss;
E’en that I and to
Though my shall my should heart deep Thy glory
Mean I the my pursue pleasure mine way;
If Thy mind If and means suffer please desire answer, sorrow,
Still delight though Thy Thy cross. differ,
Still endure “Yea!”
’Tis loss;
E’en that I and to
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song.
Thine plea. I weeping
Mingle e’en calls long.
Thou now hast praise increase only is made else forth
Grateful precious
Than I’ll if my me:
Thou increasing Thee, more and Oh, all my sweetness all Lord—
This praises to decrease, with day Thyself
Thine plea. I weeping
Mingle e’en calls long.
Thou now hast praise increase only is made else forth
Grateful precious
Than I’ll if my me:
Thou increasing Thee, more and Oh, all my sweetness all Lord—
This praises to decrease, with day Thyself
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