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wine the grapes suff’ring
Which flow;
Spikenard crushing,
Fragrance only can Olives never have the bestow;
If for love no the known I can shrink pressure
No oil winepress,
Cheering would diffuse.
Shall through then, Lord, Thy escape from can that choose? me
Which flow;
Spikenard crushing,
Fragrance only can Olives never have the bestow;
If for love no the known I can shrink pressure
No oil winepress,
Cheering would diffuse.
Shall through then, Lord, Thy escape from can that choose? me
of the Thou me. gain to me.
In suffer
Is takest
Thou blow Thyself dost what to I give place true Each
In suffer
Is takest
Thou blow Thyself dost what to I give place true Each
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Do need heart-strings to to stretching,
Songs full for treatment in Thy see. love?
Lord, no love fear Thee;
I prove?
Do divine need to my it would sweetest surrender
All of heart draws music
Cruel I Thy I yield of Thy deprivation
If
Songs full for treatment in Thy see. love?
Lord, no love fear Thee;
I prove?
Do divine need to my it would sweetest surrender
All of heart draws music
Cruel I Thy I yield of Thy deprivation
If
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for feelings,
Only my ashamed, alway;
Though do not Thee. what Thy my pleases way.
Lord, has this guard me;
Heeding pleasure
Fully according love I’ve its Lord, work to on compelled seeking
Self human I’m to Thy stripping,
Yet done been
Only my ashamed, alway;
Though do not Thee. what Thy my pleases way.
Lord, has this guard me;
Heeding pleasure
Fully according love I’ve its Lord, work to on compelled seeking
Self human I’m to Thy stripping,
Yet done been
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to sorrow,
Still pursue means and answer, I that Thy endure delight the pleasure Thee,
Though Thy should and loss;
E’en Thy cross. way;
If heart If my I my differ,
Still please glory
Mean my mine mind shall though suffer “Yea!”
’Tis Thy desire deep
Still pursue means and answer, I that Thy endure delight the pleasure Thee,
Though Thy should and loss;
E’en Thy cross. way;
If heart If my I my differ,
Still please glory
Mean my mine mind shall though suffer “Yea!”
’Tis Thy desire deep
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I’ll e’en hast praise precious
Than with increase only weeping
Mingle praises I Thyself Lord—
This to Oh, made is Thee, increasing and if calls else my song.
Thine all my decrease, forth
Grateful long.
Thou all me:
Thou plea. now more day sweetness
Than with increase only weeping
Mingle praises I Thyself Lord—
This to Oh, made is Thee, increasing and if calls else my song.
Thine all my decrease, forth
Grateful long.
Thou all me:
Thou plea. now more day sweetness
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