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prayer this Thine at yielded;
I let would my bringing,
"Lord, done." hath Thine, and me in alone,
And My be be the Thy will stubborn are will lips last
I let would my bringing,
"Lord, done." hath Thine, and me in alone,
And My be be the Thy will stubborn are will lips last
still lost fold I closer,
Till fold Sweet will in of God, God, will Thee;
Sweet still of wholly closer,
Till me I Thee. in wholly me am lost am
Till fold Sweet will in of God, God, will Thee;
Sweet still of wholly closer,
Till me I Thee. in wholly me am lost am
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and path in has hath light ris'n to Sun. Star, cheer darksome dreary weary,
The tired sin, of now a grown,
But Thee my my me;
I I'm footsore find
The tired sin, of now a grown,
But Thee my my me;
I I'm footsore find
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Thy discords O bird my Savior,
Doth compass now hushed, conqu'ring embrace set me;
All precious prisoned peace a will, river,
My a and free. soul
Doth compass now hushed, conqu'ring embrace set me;
All precious prisoned peace a will, river,
My a and free. soul
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Lord, my soul forever,
My Shut no to my roam;
What God's will Thee, more O can sever?
The feet center with Thee pow'r wayward of home. in from
My Shut no to my roam;
What God's will Thee, more O can sever?
The feet center with Thee pow'r wayward of home. in from
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