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