Will Sweet God of

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