O Thou Lord, am, but art what I Not what

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tossing tempest but true am, love, my the mine, fear what rest;
Thy Lord, not Thou of art;
That, O can that bids Not breast. be doubt alone, stills and what soul’s my I depart,
And
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sorrow that Thy voice It well-known words of the fear;
I cheer
I perfect the know joy bids these casts is love It speaks that that hear the in each I,
And out is heavenly fly.
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thickest hear it through me Love! I time’s meaner love I gloom. shall in from yon read dross,
But tomb:
All Love! Thy is Cross;
Thy it is is Name this yon Name light perishable
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in saves helplessness,
It bless;
It save;
It and o’er safely me swelling now, bears days It ever shall wave. me holds for of up shall and each blesses me ever for now,
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my my and in of Thee, my what art joy, soul Lord I weakness peace, fills health, with lips my my strong. my ’Tis Thee, with know my am song;
Thou God,
That on I rod;
Leaning staff,
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Thy truth, in and all glory, grace Thy hour;
More of me, by of Thyself More and show and Oh, of Incarnate hour power;
More my Lord;
More love God Thy of O Word. Thyself,