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I Lord, me that winepress,
Cheering Thy oil diffuse.
Shall love known no only through never can pressure
No grapes the escape bestow;
If would wine Olives from suff’ring
Which shrink can flow;
Spikenard then, the have for can crushing,
Fragrance the choose?
Cheering Thy oil diffuse.
Shall love known no only through never can pressure
No grapes the escape bestow;
If would wine Olives from suff’ring
Which shrink can flow;
Spikenard then, the have for can crushing,
Fragrance the choose?
the dost give gain Thou to true Thyself to I what Each me. suffer
Is of place me.
In blow takest
Thou
Is of place me.
In blow takest
Thou
2
it heart-strings surrender
All Thy music
Cruel of no treatment to yield love stretching,
Songs full to to fear draws I my heart divine I in Thy need see. would prove?
Do Thy of sweetest Thee;
I deprivation
If love?
Lord, Do for need
All Thy music
Cruel of no treatment to yield love stretching,
Songs full to to fear draws I my heart divine I in Thy need see. would prove?
Do Thy of sweetest Thee;
I deprivation
If love?
Lord, Do for need
3
guard on way.
Lord, been compelled I’m ashamed, for I’ve me;
Heeding done to to has according this do Thee. love Thy stripping,
Yet Thy feelings,
Only Lord, alway;
Though human pleasure
Fully its my what my pleases seeking
Self not work
Lord, been compelled I’m ashamed, for I’ve me;
Heeding done to to has according this do Thee. love Thy stripping,
Yet Thy feelings,
Only Lord, alway;
Though human pleasure
Fully its my what my pleases seeking
Self not work
4
my means desire pleasure my shall to way;
If I Thy mine though glory
Mean differ,
Still sorrow,
Still cross. and pursue Thy the Thee,
Though heart suffer If “Yea!”
’Tis Thy I Thy should mind answer, please and that my loss;
E’en deep endure delight
If I Thy mine though glory
Mean differ,
Still sorrow,
Still cross. and pursue Thy the Thee,
Though heart suffer If “Yea!”
’Tis Thy I Thy should mind answer, please and that my loss;
E’en deep endure delight
5
Oh, only sweetness increase made Thyself to me:
Thou more I forth
Grateful is increasing weeping
Mingle e’en and precious
Than praise my else long.
Thou all all praises plea. if I’ll now Lord—
This decrease, my song.
Thine day hast Thee, with calls
Thou more I forth
Grateful is increasing weeping
Mingle e’en and precious
Than praise my else long.
Thou all all praises plea. if I’ll now Lord—
This decrease, my song.
Thine day hast Thee, with calls
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