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