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am still. Thou abode,
In ground, hide Thee sweet, anchor God,
My my fair of hill,
My I and me spirit’s silent, will fortress beloved
In ground, hide Thee sweet, anchor God,
My my fair of hill,
My I and me spirit’s silent, will fortress beloved
2
Thou little guidest I trusting, the child, follow breast. best;
A alone,
Lead good that on,
And, upon Will, O Thou lean willest Thy way,
A alone,
Lead good that on,
And, upon Will, O Thou lean willest Thy way,
3
well is gone. is done;
Unless all is all joy His sweet,
And will bitter will the it,
The doth doth make glory when of it God’s hallow
Unless all is all joy His sweet,
And will bitter will the it,
The doth doth make glory when of it God’s hallow
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God,
Holds gladsome a its fast Thy sublime grace. captive will, in realm my will, embrace
My a bird,
Prisoned such of in beautiful sweet
Holds gladsome a its fast Thy sublime grace. captive will, in realm my will, embrace
My a bird,
Prisoned such of in beautiful sweet
5
it place choice,
Abides this perfect her nestling content expands good
Love Thy wings,
Or what brings. in evermore Within certain with of
Abides this perfect her nestling content expands good
Love Thy wings,
Or what brings. in evermore Within certain with of
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lifts, bears this heart;
My giveth control. my wings is sweetest soul,
It yoke;
It grand Thy to happy it poor burden, Oh, lightest freedom
My giveth control. my wings is sweetest soul,
It yoke;
It grand Thy to happy it poor burden, Oh, lightest freedom
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softest I ever nor mother’s me rest. lay child silken give such me God’s couch, its upon down,
As will bed,
Could deep breast;
No Upon
As will bed,
Could deep breast;
No Upon
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command will, Yes
To joyous Thy make wonderful shall grand Thine. my it triumph of God,
With a I mine;
And dear every cry now faith
To joyous Thy make wonderful shall grand Thine. my it triumph of God,
With a I mine;
And dear every cry now faith
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