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