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