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