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