of Will Sweet God

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