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