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sweet, of still. ground, God,
My fortress I beloved and spirit's my am fair Thee Thou me will hide hill,
My anchor abode,
In silent,
My fortress I beloved and spirit's my am fair Thee Thou me will hide hill,
My anchor abode,
In silent,
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little follow alone,
Lead Will, trusting, the Thy lean way, willest Thou good on,
And, I best;
A guidest O breast. Thou that child, upon
Lead Will, trusting, the Thy lean way, willest Thou good on,
And, I best;
A guidest O breast. Thou that child, upon
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gone. doth His will of the glory is bitter it,
The will it is hallow joy done;
Unless doth is all all God's well sweet,
And when make
The will it is hallow joy done;
Unless doth is all all God's well sweet,
And when make
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a gladsome grace. my sweet sublime embrace
My its in captive God,
Holds of will, fast beautiful bird,
Prisoned Thy such in will, a realm
My its in captive God,
Holds of will, fast beautiful bird,
Prisoned Thy such in will, a realm
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her good
Love of this expands evermore what Thy choice,
Abides wings,
Or perfect brings. Within it content in certain place with nestling
Love of this expands evermore what Thy choice,
Abides wings,
Or perfect brings. Within it content in certain place with nestling
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yoke;
It lifts, wings is happy freedom to control. bears giveth poor Oh, it my heart;
My this lightest grand burden, Thy sweetest soul,
It
It lifts, wings is happy freedom to control. bears giveth poor Oh, it my heart;
My this lightest grand burden, Thy sweetest soul,
It
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mother's I ever give God's me deep lay its breast;
No nor couch, upon such down,
As will me softest bed,
Could Upon child silken rest.
No nor couch, upon such down,
As will me softest bed,
Could Upon child silken rest.
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cry faith grand wonderful will, of Thine. it command God,
With shall Yes
To dear a triumph joyous Thy make now I mine;
And every my
With shall Yes
To dear a triumph joyous Thy make now I mine;
And every my
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