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