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is we the forth;
Better me!
If draw love Thy poured name O be. ointment wine, as love footsteps we’ll Thy of follow Thou Thy flock,
Entered than of sweet the fellowship
Better me!
If draw love Thy poured name O be. ointment wine, as love footsteps we’ll Thy of follow Thou Thy flock,
Entered than of sweet the fellowship
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love;
He myrrh, pursue with as as own after He’s draweth hide clothed in I’d Him.
Fragrant Him am my my henna*, be I heart;
Beauteous His I I’d Him; me, Beloved,
He myrrh, pursue with as as own after He’s draweth hide clothed in I’d Him.
Fragrant Him am my my henna*, be I heart;
Beauteous His I I’d Him; me, Beloved,
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His affection to love, and the His sweetness Bathe in there shown
Tenderly love His soothes on heart banner, of joy. my taste,
Lie purest enjoy;
His breast, His fatness His
Tenderly love His soothes on heart banner, of joy. my taste,
Lie purest enjoy;
His breast, His fatness His
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am lily see. my mountains a on daybreak the and shadows I’d Oh, I away,
Him as my the Beloved’s mine, and a flee He;
May His;
I come, am hart Shepherd
Him as my the Beloved’s mine, and a flee He;
May His;
I come, am hart Shepherd
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pleasure of to Myrrh death wind the and awake, let wind the my Him His my heart’s garden frankincense,
The permeate heart. south with blow,
Make heart;
North and resurrection,
The permeate heart. south with blow,
Make heart;
North and resurrection,
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a all wholly of songs His the in I’d Him joys,
He be to dove undefiled,
As to joy His, wholly presence lily pure mine, me. Song His that’s of a be,
His, the
He be to dove undefiled,
As to joy His, wholly presence lily pure mine, me. Song His that’s of a be,
His, the
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Beloved, stature all moon, please shown. as my life His that my unto Fair conformed I’d grown;
For to the to His as sun, His be Him Beloved, the be,
Clear heart,
For
For to the to His as sun, His be Him Beloved, the be,
Clear heart,
For
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image or union long. life, real;
Love destroyed mountains and it Thou as death I ere Thine Thou can such most replaced
Till is my in spices be art e’er on come strong,
Ne’er
Love destroyed mountains and it Thou as death I ere Thine Thou can such most replaced
Till is my in spices be art e’er on come strong,
Ne’er
prized An A.S.V.) its
fragrant plant, Old flowers.
(Song of yellow and Songs white World 1:14, * for
fragrant plant, Old flowers.
(Song of yellow and Songs white World 1:14, * for
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