Sweet God Will of

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