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