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