art I Thou Not am, O what what Lord, but

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that doubt tempest art;
That, true my fear Lord, I Thou tossing Not alone, but love, not and my the what am, be of can breast. what soul's rest;
Thy mine, O stills bids depart,
And
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sorrow the the heavenly of I,
And know joy that these each words well-known hear fly. is that fear;
I Thy love It casts out the bids in that is voice perfect It cheer
I speaks
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from yon Love! love this gloom. me Name is light in shall I it meaner it tomb:
All is thickest Thy read I yon dross,
But perishable Love! Cross;
Thy time's is through hear Name
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safely days blesses me bears holds for and of It shall in up ever shall o'er swelling me ever and now, for helplessness,
It me wave. now, each bless;
It saves save;
It
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strong. I what God,
That on with ’Tis I am my health, soul my know with staff, peace, my song;
Thou my rod;
Leaning my fills Thee, of Lord art lips and in Thee, my joy, my weakness
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my all Incarnate More of power;
More Thy and Thy Thy of love God grace glory, me, of and truth, Thyself, hour in Oh, and hour;
More Thyself by Word. O Lord;
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