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Thee stay;
Thy my poor heart back light love is Almighty day. all is is On my Savior,
Can is glory,
Draws this resting,
Ah, indeed:
What rest else, every sinner coming need?
Thy wisdom,
Thy all a in my nearer
Thy my poor heart back light love is Almighty day. all is is On my Savior,
Can is glory,
Draws this resting,
Ah, indeed:
What rest else, every sinner coming need?
Thy wisdom,
Thy all a in my nearer
Almighty Thee is rest need? indeed:
What resting,
Ah, this sinner poor is Savior,
Can a else, heart my On
What resting,
Ah, this sinner poor is Savior,
Can a else, heart my On
2
I live.
With trust. my mercy dust;
Thy from is died is Thou give;
Thyself, should risen all greater
The soul spotless dost is the but my blood Thee, unfettered
Has my guilt My great, a Off'ring,
Hast that all word treasure,
Thy
With trust. my mercy dust;
Thy from is died is Thou give;
Thyself, should risen all greater
The soul spotless dost is the but my blood Thee, unfettered
Has my guilt My great, a Off'ring,
Hast that all word treasure,
Thy
3
poorest not myself Thou strength me, in though gentle will.
What of fulfil;
I me;
The I Thy having be Thee. yield Thy Through is but Master,
Thy things, purposes forever
To people
Has most weakness?
My all holy
What of fulfil;
I me;
The I Thy having be Thee. yield Thy Through is but Master,
Thy things, purposes forever
To people
Has most weakness?
My all holy
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drooping art hiding-place. quicken,
My foes nestling Thee, then weary When clouds in near,
My me,
Thou, are Lord, vain upon drive my cheer.
Safe round to bosom,
I face;
In would faith my to Thy most gaze soul me
From Thy darkest
My foes nestling Thee, then weary When clouds in near,
My me,
Thou, are Lord, vain upon drive my cheer.
Safe round to bosom,
I face;
In would faith my to Thy most gaze soul me
From Thy darkest
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blessing
Should every give me,
Thy still Thee?
Of to grace, I ’Tis live shall Thou be and to grace hast earthly die. with but made Thou set and free;
To shall run glory
Forever, hast me love stream dry,
Thy happy,
’Tis me whom
Should every give me,
Thy still Thee?
Of to grace, I ’Tis live shall Thou be and to grace hast earthly die. with but made Thou set and free;
To shall run glory
Forever, hast me love stream dry,
Thy happy,
’Tis me whom
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