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