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