of Will God Sweet

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Thine this will in will stubborn be yielded;
I My are done.” be bringing,
“Lord, prayer me Thy let Thine, the last and at alone,
And lips my hath would
 
of of will God, closer,
  Till still fold fold am lost will God, me closer,
Till wholly Sweet Thee;
Sweet I in lost Thee. wholly I still in am me
2
Star, grown,
But of to my path hath I’m tired my find darksome dreary cheer now footsore ris’n me;
I weary,
The Sun. and a has in Thee light sin,
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now hushed, compass a river,
My soul Savior,
Doth free. a conqu’ring O my Thy will, set embrace and precious me;
All prisoned bird peace discords
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pow’r soul can O Thee my will feet forever,
My more of sever?
The my with no God’s Thee, roam;
What home. from to wayward center Lord, Shut in