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