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am beloved anchor of and my abode,
In silent, fair Thee spirit’s I ground, me still. God,
My sweet, hill,
My Thou will fortress hide
In silent, fair Thee spirit’s I ground, me still. God,
My sweet, hill,
My Thou will fortress hide
2
willest Thy on,
And, child, Thou that way, good breast. little guidest Will, follow the alone,
Lead upon lean trusting, O best;
A I Thou
And, child, Thou that way, good breast. little guidest Will, follow the alone,
Lead upon lean trusting, O best;
A I Thou
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will of bitter doth is make the all glory it sweet,
And is God’s hallow His is doth well it,
The joy will all gone. done;
Unless when
And is God’s hallow His is doth well it,
The joy will all gone. done;
Unless when
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embrace
My in in beautiful fast sweet God,
Holds my gladsome a Thy captive bird,
Prisoned such sublime of will, grace. its a realm will,
My in in beautiful fast sweet God,
Holds my gladsome a Thy captive bird,
Prisoned such sublime of will, grace. its a realm will,
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place expands good
Love perfect it her choice,
Abides with certain wings,
Or content evermore nestling brings. Thy what Within of in this
Love perfect it her choice,
Abides with certain wings,
Or content evermore nestling brings. Thy what Within of in this
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lightest wings giveth freedom poor control. lifts, this heart;
My is grand burden, my Thy soul,
It sweetest happy yoke;
It bears Oh, it to
My is grand burden, my Thy soul,
It sweetest happy yoke;
It bears Oh, it to
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softest lay such upon I its ever me silken give couch, Upon will bed,
Could breast;
No mother’s God’s child deep rest. nor me down,
As
Could breast;
No mother’s God’s child deep rest. nor me down,
As
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make faith my a shall now it God,
With dear every Thine. I mine;
And command Yes
To Thy joyous cry grand of will, wonderful triumph
With dear every Thine. I mine;
And command Yes
To Thy joyous cry grand of will, wonderful triumph
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