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