God Will of Sweet

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