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