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