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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
“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
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
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.
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
What my Shut feet from forever,
My of my Lord, sever?
The with Thee home. to soul no
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