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