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