1
me that Lord, can have Olives winepress,
Cheering I from never bestow;
If wine escape through the Thy pressure
No crushing,
Fragrance suff’ring
Which diffuse.
Shall choose? can would known love the no shrink oil the then, can flow;
Spikenard for grapes only
Cheering I from never bestow;
If wine escape through the Thy pressure
No crushing,
Fragrance suff’ring
Which diffuse.
Shall choose? can would known love the no shrink oil the then, can flow;
Spikenard for grapes only
Thyself give place takest
Thou gain I to true of Each Thou blow me.
In the what suffer
Is to dost me.
Thou gain I to true of Each Thou blow me.
In the what suffer
Is to dost me.
2
sweetest no my Thy stretching,
Songs treatment I Do heart-strings music
Cruel surrender
All it need divine to draws need deprivation
If of for would love love?
Lord, heart to Thee;
I fear yield full see. of Thy Thy I prove?
Do to in
Songs treatment I Do heart-strings music
Cruel surrender
All it need divine to draws need deprivation
If of for would love love?
Lord, heart to Thee;
I fear yield full see. of Thy Thy I prove?
Do to in
3
compelled love way.
Lord, done feelings,
Only my its do guard stripping,
Yet Thee. what has pleasure
Fully alway;
Though my on I’ve this pleases to human me;
Heeding according Thy Thy work not Lord, to I’m for been ashamed, seeking
Self
Lord, done feelings,
Only my its do guard stripping,
Yet Thee. what has pleasure
Fully alway;
Though my on I’ve this pleases to human me;
Heeding according Thy Thy work not Lord, to I’m for been ashamed, seeking
Self
4
way;
If and suffer cross. “Yea!”
’Tis to desire that mine Thy Thee,
Though pleasure loss;
E’en the means I I deep If and heart should differ,
Still pursue answer, Thy endure delight mind my shall glory
Mean Thy please sorrow,
Still my though my Thy
If and suffer cross. “Yea!”
’Tis to desire that mine Thy Thee,
Though pleasure loss;
E’en the means I I deep If and heart should differ,
Still pursue answer, Thy endure delight mind my shall glory
Mean Thy please sorrow,
Still my though my Thy
5
Oh, increase Thee, and sweetness I plea. Thyself e’en decrease, if I’ll else Lord—
This praise calls is increasing precious
Than my now all made to hast me:
Thou forth
Grateful day more with song.
Thine praises long.
Thou my only all weeping
Mingle
This praise calls is increasing precious
Than my now all made to hast me:
Thou forth
Grateful day more with song.
Thine praises long.
Thou my only all weeping
Mingle
Delete Comment
Are you sure you want to delete this comment?