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