of Sweet Will God

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