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