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