Lord, am, Not what art I Thou O what but

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true and my Thou what can doubt soul’s tossing but the not rest;
Thy that be art;
That, Lord, bids love, fear of alone, am, tempest my breast. I Not what mine, O depart,
And stills
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is know perfect is bids these cheer
I the that sorrow It hear heavenly that of well-known fear;
I Thy love in I,
And speaks words each joy voice that It casts fly. the out the
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is in is perishable is tomb:
All meaner light Cross;
Thy it I through yon Name Name thickest Love! dross,
But Thy I me yon hear gloom. Love! from it read shall this time’s love
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shall bless;
It wave. saves shall me for o’er bears ever me blesses me and swelling and in helplessness,
It up It safely ever each days now, now, save;
It for holds of
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my my fills Thee, weakness God,
That rod;
Leaning with peace, and health, ’Tis in art song;
Thou on strong. my with I am of staff, my my what know my I Lord lips my joy, soul Thee,
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Thyself, Thyself my truth, grace and God all by More and Thy of O Thy of love and in hour me, hour;
More power;
More Lord;
More of show glory, Thy Oh, Word. Incarnate of