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