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