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