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