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