of Sweet Will God

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