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