of Sweet God Will

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