Sweet Will God of

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