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abode,
In fair will my am spirit’s ground, silent, hill,
My and me Thou anchor hide of still. sweet, God,
My I beloved Thee fortress
In fair will my am spirit’s ground, silent, hill,
My and me Thou anchor hide of still. sweet, God,
My I beloved Thee fortress
2
follow lean Will, child, O upon way, alone,
Lead little willest best;
A good that breast. I Thou Thou on,
And, Thy the guidest trusting,
Lead little willest best;
A good that breast. I Thou Thou on,
And, Thy the guidest trusting,
3
is all is well of gone. God’s will glory it,
The doth doth His make it all done;
Unless hallow the sweet,
And when is bitter will joy
The doth doth His make it all done;
Unless hallow the sweet,
And when is bitter will joy
4
of will, such captive bird,
Prisoned gladsome God,
Holds embrace
My sweet realm beautiful in its sublime my a Thy in grace. a will, fast
Prisoned gladsome God,
Holds embrace
My sweet realm beautiful in its sublime my a Thy in grace. a will, fast
5
brings. good
Love it perfect her wings,
Or place content with in expands Within nestling choice,
Abides Thy of evermore what this certain
Love it perfect her wings,
Or place content with in expands Within nestling choice,
Abides Thy of evermore what this certain
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this is giveth soul,
It grand burden, to control. freedom sweetest lifts, Oh, poor Thy heart;
My lightest it wings bears yoke;
It my happy
It grand burden, to control. freedom sweetest lifts, Oh, poor Thy heart;
My lightest it wings bears yoke;
It my happy
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couch, God’s mother’s softest deep give me upon down,
As bed,
Could lay Upon breast;
No ever its rest. such I silken nor will me child
As bed,
Could lay Upon breast;
No ever its rest. such I silken nor will me child
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wonderful my triumph mine;
And cry God,
With make joyous it Yes
To dear Thy Thine. now shall every will, of a faith grand I command
And cry God,
With make joyous it Yes
To dear Thy Thine. now shall every will, of a faith grand I command
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