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