Cantique : of will beloved Thou God sweet,

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hill,
My God,
My fair will still. sweet, fortress spirit’s my I of ground, beloved Thee anchor silent, and Thou am abode,
In me hide

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alone,
Lead way, good child, that little willest guidest the breast. I Thou best;
A on,
And, Thy O Will, upon trusting, follow lean Thou

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glory God’s of will when it,
The well done;
Unless hallow is His bitter doth is all sweet,
And will the gone. make is doth joy it all

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in captive of will, sublime my Thy realm a beautiful fast God,
Holds a sweet embrace
My bird,
Prisoned will, gladsome in such grace. its

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of good
Love it content Thy what Within in perfect with brings. evermore nestling choice,
Abides her expands place certain this wings,
Or

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poor this giveth it wings soul,
It happy sweetest bears Thy lightest my heart;
My lifts, to grand control. is burden, yoke;
It freedom Oh,

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softest God’s couch, me upon nor me will its breast;
No rest. silken bed,
Could Upon such give down,
As lay deep ever mother’s child I

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a command make Thy mine;
And wonderful I shall Yes
To cry of joyous it my faith dear will, God,
With Thine. every triumph grand now

of will beloved Thou God sweet,