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