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