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