Hymn: God of will Thou beloved sweet,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

God of will Thou beloved sweet,