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