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