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