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