what art I but Thou Not am, what Lord, O

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rest;
Thy the Thou Lord, bids depart,
And what stills tossing I what art;
That, Not true soul's love, O doubt mine, breast. and my fear not but can am, alone, my tempest be that of
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love fear;
I It that out in fly. perfect well-known joy heavenly words speaks know each the the casts is is of It Thy hear these voice that the that bids sorrow cheer
I I,
And
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Name through is read yon yon shall Love! this Name Cross;
Thy gloom. Thy perishable in thickest hear Love! love I is it light I it tomb:
All meaner dross,
But time's from me is
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for ever days in bears each helplessness,
It It up swelling shall for and blesses now, saves me ever safely wave. and now, shall me bless;
It o'er save;
It holds of me
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lips my my peace, my joy, my know am what with and strong. my with my I staff, fills health, God,
That ’Tis Thee, on Thee, song;
Thou weakness I my of soul in art rod;
Leaning Lord
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of love me, Incarnate hour;
More and Lord;
More Oh, Thy God More glory, Thyself, of Thyself Thy hour Thy in grace all and show truth, of of power;
More my by O Word. and