Cantique : of sweet, will God Thou beloved

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

of sweet, will God Thou beloved