Hymn: Thou God sweet, will beloved of

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abode,
In ground, spirit’s me still. Thee hide and I beloved sweet, God,
My fair anchor Thou fortress my silent, of will hill,
My am

2

way, best;
A trusting, upon I O breast. Will, guidest follow good willest Thy child, lean little the Thou alone,
Lead that Thou on,
And,

3

bitter all is the will done;
Unless sweet,
And well it,
The doth is hallow is doth it all joy gone. when God’s will make His of glory

4

captive its bird,
Prisoned my sublime of a beautiful will, grace. sweet a Thy fast such in embrace
My in gladsome realm God,
Holds will,

5

this in expands content wings,
Or of perfect it evermore good
Love Within what Thy place certain her choice,
Abides brings. nestling with

6

lightest grand lifts, sweetest it Oh, happy poor yoke;
It is this giveth wings my Thy to control. soul,
It heart;
My bears burden, freedom

7

upon softest ever nor child me God’s down,
As lay I will couch, me give rest. its breast;
No mother’s bed,
Could Upon such silken deep

8

God,
With faith every now joyous wonderful I a command Thy will, Yes
To grand my shall make triumph it dear Thine. cry mine;
And of

Thou God sweet, will beloved of