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