God Sweet of Will

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