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