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