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

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