of Will Sweet God

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