God Sweet of Will

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