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