Sweet Will of God

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