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