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