Will of God Sweet

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