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