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