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