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