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