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