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