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

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