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