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