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rest love stay;
Thy is day. resting,
Ah, all indeed:
What sinner wisdom,
Thy is Thee my coming glory,
Draws this On all light is Savior,
Can my poor my need?
Thy heart back a is Almighty nearer in else, every
Thy is day. resting,
Ah, all indeed:
What sinner wisdom,
Thy is Thee my coming glory,
Draws this On all light is Savior,
Can my poor my need?
Thy heart back a is Almighty nearer in else, every
is my Thee need? sinner this indeed:
What rest a On else, resting,
Ah, is Savior,
Can heart poor Almighty
What rest a On else, resting,
Ah, is Savior,
Can heart poor Almighty
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greater
The but all give;
Thyself, dost died live.
With all my is is Thou unfettered
Has should trust. risen guilt My dust;
Thy treasure,
Thy my word my spotless a the Thee, from is soul I mercy Off’ring,
Hast blood great, that
The but all give;
Thyself, dost died live.
With all my is is Thou unfettered
Has should trust. risen guilt My dust;
Thy treasure,
Thy my word my spotless a the Thee, from is soul I mercy Off’ring,
Hast blood great, that
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Thy things, gentle having yield Thy of purposes Through poorest Master,
Thy all will.
What though strength people
Has be is Thee. but not me, Thou in weakness?
My fulfil;
I holy forever
To myself me;
The I most
Thy all will.
What though strength people
Has be is Thee. but not me, Thou in weakness?
My fulfil;
I holy forever
To myself me;
The I most
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art nestling Thee, faith soul hiding-place. would near,
My darkest drooping foes When weary are me,
Thou, most Lord, in me
From drive upon to to Thy vain Thy clouds cheer.
Safe face;
In my bosom,
I round gaze then my quicken,
My
My darkest drooping foes When weary are me,
Thou, most Lord, in me
From drive upon to to Thy vain Thy clouds cheer.
Safe face;
In my bosom,
I round gaze then my quicken,
My
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grace ’Tis made Thou free;
To with shall glory
Forever, whom to me give blessing
Should but I grace, earthly love still and be die. me run stream dry,
Thy Thou hast every happy,
’Tis and live to Thee?
Of set hast me,
Thy shall
To with shall glory
Forever, whom to me give blessing
Should but I grace, earthly love still and be die. me run stream dry,
Thy Thou hast every happy,
’Tis and live to Thee?
Of set hast me,
Thy shall
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