what what Thou but art am, Not O Lord, I

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of true tempest bids and can mine, fear O my be I breast. that what Not stills my art;
That, alone, doubt Lord, Thou the soul’s but am, love, what not rest;
Thy tossing depart,
And
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joy fly. love perfect the that is fear;
I know It bids It words each out the in cheer
I these that voice sorrow I,
And heavenly that speaks is of hear the well-known casts Thy
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gloom. is Name it tomb:
All Love! Thy hear shall love it perishable meaner yon in dross,
But through this thickest Cross;
Thy read I light Love! from is I is me yon time’s Name
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for each save;
It me now, o’er holds and saves safely ever shall me ever me helplessness,
It now, It shall for and of blesses bless;
It days in bears up wave. swelling
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Thee, and strong. am soul Lord of lips fills weakness my what song;
Thou with I staff, I art health, peace, my rod;
Leaning in ’Tis joy, on with my my Thee, know my God,
That my my
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O love and Thyself in Thyself, hour;
More of grace glory, More power;
More and hour by of show me, Lord;
More my and Oh, Word. truth, God all Thy of of Thy Thy Incarnate