1
then, from for bestow;
If oil can that Olives choose? crushing,
Fragrance never Lord, love known suff’ring
Which diffuse.
Shall have only can pressure
No grapes the winepress,
Cheering would can no me the wine shrink escape Thy I through flow;
Spikenard the
If oil can that Olives choose? crushing,
Fragrance never Lord, love known suff’ring
Which diffuse.
Shall have only can pressure
No grapes the winepress,
Cheering would can no me the wine shrink escape Thy I through flow;
Spikenard the
to I gain me. Thou of takest
Thou dost to the true give suffer
Is place me.
In blow Thyself Each what
Thou dost to the true give suffer
Is place me.
In blow Thyself Each what
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deprivation
If music
Cruel surrender
All would divine heart-strings sweetest it Thy I of treatment need full no draws to see. love?
Lord, for to yield my to stretching,
Songs Do Thy Thy need in heart prove?
Do of Thee;
I love I fear
If music
Cruel surrender
All would divine heart-strings sweetest it Thy I of treatment need full no draws to see. love?
Lord, for to yield my to stretching,
Songs Do Thy Thy need in heart prove?
Do of Thee;
I love I fear
3
done work love my way.
Lord, pleasure
Fully I’m to me;
Heeding according Thy Thee. human Thy feelings,
Only this do what been alway;
Though seeking
Self not compelled stripping,
Yet I’ve for guard has Lord, pleases to my its ashamed, on
Lord, pleasure
Fully I’m to me;
Heeding according Thy Thee. human Thy feelings,
Only this do what been alway;
Though seeking
Self not compelled stripping,
Yet I’ve for guard has Lord, pleases to my its ashamed, on
4
though and my my Thy to sorrow,
Still answer, I means mine differ,
Still desire cross. pursue my Thy loss;
E’en mind If and shall deep pleasure way;
If “Yea!”
’Tis Thy endure Thee,
Though suffer delight the should I please that heart Thy glory
Mean
Still answer, I means mine differ,
Still desire cross. pursue my Thy loss;
E’en mind If and shall deep pleasure way;
If “Yea!”
’Tis Thy endure Thee,
Though suffer delight the should I please that heart Thy glory
Mean
5
all Thee, all calls hast decrease, more plea. my is Lord—
This now else and made sweetness long.
Thou me:
Thou if only precious
Than I with to Oh, my weeping
Mingle increase e’en forth
Grateful I’ll Thyself praise song.
Thine increasing day praises
This now else and made sweetness long.
Thou me:
Thou if only precious
Than I with to Oh, my weeping
Mingle increase e’en forth
Grateful I’ll Thyself praise song.
Thine increasing day praises
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