Will Sweet of God

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this me bringing,
“Lord, yielded;
I Thine last are lips let in stubborn prayer be will My at be my Thine, alone,
And would will and the done.” Thy hath
 
will wholly of of still closer,
Till still me wholly will am God, I in I lost fold lost closer,
  Till fold me God, in Thee. Thee;
Sweet Sweet am
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and my in Sun. find hath darksome sin, of to path footsore Thee tired my me;
I now cheer a I’m light weary,
The dreary ris’n Star, has grown,
But
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hushed, set discords free. a prisoned will, Savior,
Doth compass O me;
All embrace bird peace my soul and conqu’ring now a river,
My precious Thy
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home. Lord, pow’r to feet Thee more with will from soul Thee, no roam;
What Shut God’s my center of sever?
The O forever,
My can in my wayward