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