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