of Will God Sweet

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let this will are at bringing,
"Lord, the be My yielded;
I prayer stubborn me and in lips Thine, my last alone,
And be done." Thy Thine hath will would
 
lost Sweet me fold God, lost in will still in me still of am will Thee;
Sweet fold Thee. closer,
Till of wholly am closer,
  Till I God, wholly I
2
of dreary a to find now my Thee cheer light tired I'm in Sun. my footsore has darksome and me;
I grown,
But hath weary,
The Star, sin, path ris'n
3
discords soul peace conqu'ring embrace a Thy O river,
My my hushed, will, free. and me;
All precious Savior,
Doth compass set bird prisoned a now
4
no sever?
The pow'r Shut from to in with God's center roam;
What Thee feet forever,
My Lord, more my wayward my Thee, will home. O can of soul