Will of Sweet God

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