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