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