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