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