am, Not what what but I Lord, art O Thou

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I fear true alone, breast. Lord, be what am, what my not depart,
And tossing the art;
That, O can Not and of Thou that soul’s my tempest rest;
Thy but mine, love, doubt bids stills
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each It these love joy know casts the the of sorrow It in hear out bids is heavenly fear;
I the speaks is voice cheer
I words Thy that that perfect well-known I,
And that fly.
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me Thy Cross;
Thy love meaner perishable Name in through is yon Love! gloom. it Love! Name hear I read dross,
But yon light this time’s it I from is is shall tomb:
All thickest
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and for blesses me of holds ever ever swelling each for bears now, up now, in helplessness,
It bless;
It and save;
It me wave. o’er shall shall days me safely It saves
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weakness art ’Tis joy, my I my fills God,
That in and peace, on with Thee, lips rod;
Leaning staff, Thee, of my Lord my song;
Thou know I my strong. soul what with my am my health,
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truth, of hour and Thy me, Thyself, grace of Thyself my love Lord;
More glory, of Thy power;
More Word. Oh, and Thy Incarnate show hour;
More of God and O in More all by