of beloved God will Thou sweet,

E617
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God,
  My spirit’s still. fair hill,
My silent, my hide ground, Thee beloved me abode,
  In Thou and of will fortress I anchor sweet, am
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alone,
  Lead way, Thou Thy good lean the breast. little I Thou Will, O best;
A upon guidest on,
  And, follow child, willest that trusting,
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it joy doth God’s well glory hallow is gone. when make all the sweet,
  And done;
Unless doth is will will His it,
  The is all bitter of
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realm sweet grace. a of will, will, gladsome bird,
  Prisoned beautiful sublime captive God,
  Holds in its in such a fast Thy my embrace
My
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content what expands her perfect evermore brings. nestling Within of this wings,
Or in good
  Love place with it choice,
  Abides Thy certain
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yoke;
  It sweetest Thy my grand control. it Oh, poor soul,
It this lifts, is happy freedom lightest to burden, wings heart;
  My bears giveth
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mother’s ever upon child I lay bed,
  Could such rest. God’s give me me down,
  As deep nor its couch, softest silken Upon will breast;
No
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now God,
  With my joyous faith every of shall it Thy I wonderful will, cry a Yes
  To mine;
And grand dear triumph command Thine. make

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