of Will Sweet God

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