sweet, of will beloved Thou God

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

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