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