1
fair silent, hide am will God,
My Thou of spirit’s still. sweet, fortress me hill,
My my I and anchor beloved abode,
In Thee ground,
My Thou of spirit’s still. sweet, fortress me hill,
My my I and anchor beloved abode,
In Thee ground,
2
good way, that child, O on,
And, guidest lean Thy I Will, trusting, the alone,
Lead willest little best;
A upon Thou follow breast. Thou
And, guidest lean Thy I Will, trusting, the alone,
Lead willest little best;
A upon Thou follow breast. Thou
3
joy will is it,
The bitter make doth of is God’s all doth the gone. when well glory all sweet,
And done;
Unless it His hallow is will
The bitter make doth of is God’s all doth the gone. when well glory all sweet,
And done;
Unless it His hallow is will
4
a sublime in fast captive will, in a bird,
Prisoned my will, its embrace
My God,
Holds realm such gladsome grace. sweet of beautiful Thy
Prisoned my will, its embrace
My God,
Holds realm such gladsome grace. sweet of beautiful Thy
5
nestling brings. place wings,
Or perfect certain this with evermore it choice,
Abides content Thy what in expands her of Within good
Love
Or perfect certain this with evermore it choice,
Abides content Thy what in expands her of Within good
Love
6
this yoke;
It is wings to freedom lifts, control. poor sweetest bears lightest Thy heart;
My burden, giveth it happy my Oh, soul,
It grand
It is wings to freedom lifts, control. poor sweetest bears lightest Thy heart;
My burden, giveth it happy my Oh, soul,
It grand
7
upon softest deep Upon God’s silken child down,
As ever will I its me bed,
Could me such lay mother’s nor breast;
No rest. couch, give
As ever will I its me bed,
Could me such lay mother’s nor breast;
No rest. couch, give
8
faith dear mine;
And will, I grand Thy it cry a Yes
To triumph command wonderful Thine. shall every now God,
With my of joyous make
And will, I grand Thy it cry a Yes
To triumph command wonderful Thine. shall every now God,
With my of joyous make
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