of Sweet God Will

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