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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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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