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