Cantique : will God Thou sweet, of beloved

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of fair abode,
In Thee fortress God,
My silent, me and still. I ground, hill,
My anchor my beloved will hide spirit’s Thou sweet, am

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alone,
Lead on,
And, Thou willest way, upon follow the Thou trusting, breast. Thy I best;
A that little child, Will, lean good O guidest

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well hallow will of is is all will joy His done;
Unless gone. it doth all when make glory is God’s sweet,
And the doth it,
The bitter

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sublime a my God,
Holds in sweet gladsome embrace
My a will, grace. will, Thy fast realm such captive bird,
Prisoned in beautiful of its

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of Within evermore expands certain wings,
Or perfect content her choice,
Abides it in place Thy with nestling good
Love brings. this what

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lifts, Oh, this heart;
My soul,
It to sweetest my bears lightest giveth is grand Thy it wings poor freedom control. burden, yoke;
It happy

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me bed,
Could ever I nor down,
As such child give its mother’s will me silken Upon softest upon God’s rest. couch, deep lay breast;
No

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Thy mine;
And faith Thine. make will, joyous I every it grand a dear now God,
With of command wonderful cry shall Yes
To triumph my

will God Thou sweet, of beloved