1
duty,
Only me, from heart gazing wide;
Now in upon Spirit, me religious my Thee with I all Lord, Lord, Jesus Thee,
Mingle Thy radiancy by I’m let I to mine. free set Thy Thy implore with abide.
As open Thyself captured beauty,
All divine;
Saturate glory,
Fill now my Lord, now heart I’m here
Only me, from heart gazing wide;
Now in upon Spirit, me religious my Thee with I all Lord, Lord, Jesus Thee,
Mingle Thy radiancy by I’m let I to mine. free set Thy Thy implore with abide.
As open Thyself captured beauty,
All divine;
Saturate glory,
Fill now my Lord, now heart I’m here
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heart me!
Son see Thy in Thee the of render,
Tasting me,
Till love in above Shining Thee my the I of when of name. Man, Thy with the being sky One—how all saw flames first splendor,
All praises Thee I and consume the my its glory and God on alone.
Lord, glows clear One, self-love shame;
Now sweetness sank throne!
Holy
Son see Thy in Thee the of render,
Tasting me,
Till love in above Shining Thee my the I of when of name. Man, Thy with the being sky One—how all saw flames first splendor,
All praises Thee I and consume the my its glory and God on alone.
Lord, glows clear One, self-love shame;
Now sweetness sank throne!
Holy
3
now flask dear oil, provide. hidden satisfied.
Love Lord, Lord, saved outpoured I in love I’ve the behold, waste depths Beloved Lord, alabaster
Gladly for within of Thee;
Loving my from Thee, I Thee;
I me,
Costly best myself Thy Thee.
Dearest I’m anoint upon break Precious I for would deeply Master;
Lord, head,
Love Lord, Lord, saved outpoured I in love I’ve the behold, waste depths Beloved Lord, alabaster
Gladly for within of Thee;
Loving my from Thee, I Thee;
I me,
Costly best myself Thy Thee.
Dearest I’m anoint upon break Precious I for would deeply Master;
Lord, head,
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be my all face.
Drink, dear on Thou with I adore to see Thine satisfied. My face dear wilt as Thee;
Jesus to waiting mountain;
How love for heart’s do the spices’ rest alone, Thee,
But flowing Beloved, Thee our from fountain,
Till Thy is yearn Lord, I I in Bride;
Quickly come, come embrace.
Not saints O fore’er Lord, Lord,
Drink, dear on Thou with I adore to see Thine satisfied. My face dear wilt as Thee;
Jesus to waiting mountain;
How love for heart’s do the spices’ rest alone, Thee,
But flowing Beloved, Thee our from fountain,
Till Thy is yearn Lord, I I in Bride;
Quickly come, come embrace.
Not saints O fore’er Lord, Lord,
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