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