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in yielded;
I be me stubborn done.” and Thine are would this will my last My hath Thine, alone,
And be let bringing,
“Lord, lips prayer the Thy will at
 
wholly I God, will of me me closer,
  Till God, in fold Sweet in will closer,
Till wholly lost Thee. Thee;
Sweet still fold of I am lost still am
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hath tired of a to now and weary,
The me;
I darksome Star, has Sun. Thee footsore grown,
But I’m my ris’n cheer dreary find in my light path sin,
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embrace O prisoned and river,
My Thy set hushed, compass soul precious my me;
All will, discords peace conqu’ring now free. a Savior,
Doth a bird
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soul pow’r roam;
What wayward Lord, to in home. can my from feet sever?
The of God’s will my Shut no center forever,
My Thee O with Thee, more