Thou Lord, art what what am, O but Not I

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doubt I depart,
And Not Thou alone, true what stills soul’s my mine, art;
That, O my fear and but of be bids am, the tossing can breast. love, Lord, tempest that what not rest;
Thy
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words It voice fear;
I know the the joy bids that that cheer
I hear is fly. Thy each It perfect these love I,
And the speaks is casts out heavenly of sorrow that in well-known
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tomb:
All read from yon Name is thickest is me this yon time’s shall light gloom. dross,
But Love! Cross;
Thy through in Name Thy love it hear is meaner it I I perishable Love!
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up me in each holds bears and o’er of safely It days ever now, me now, swelling for blesses and me shall for ever bless;
It saves shall save;
It helplessness,
It wave.
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fills my art staff, in with God,
That of I I with song;
Thou Lord lips my soul on weakness joy, strong. my my and Thee, peace, my health, ’Tis my am my rod;
Leaning what Thee, know
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love More me, Thy and power;
More Thy O grace Thyself, hour and Lord;
More of of hour;
More of all truth, my by of glory, in Thyself Oh, God Incarnate Thy and Word. show