Lord a Make captive, me

C322 E422 K322 T422
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Make life’s me hand. Lord.
And shall strong me stand,
Imprison in by myself be my captive, Thine I a be up to my render me then I sword,
And shall I be.
I within arms,
And alarms
When free;
Force conq’ror shall sink
2
My shall it it of reign. poor
Until matchless find:
It move
Till and heart no is the varies it with Thou sure,
It action its freely Thy has spring deathless hast weak wind;
It wrought with love,
And master cannot chain;
Enslave
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and heaven. breeze fire world
Until unfurled
When can the the needed serve:
It is cannot from low
Till only Thou faint driven;
Its be flag learned My glow,
It the be have power shalt breathe wants itself drive to to to wants nerve;
It I
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Thee the the hast is not it reach leant,
And it in Thine;
If Thy Thou throne
It would own
Till my clashing made only resign;
It bosom monarch’s on stands it strife,
When will its must My has its found life. crown unbent
Amid