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