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