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