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