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