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