Isaiah_64-8: But now, O LORD, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand
My Stubborn Will At Last Hath Yielded
I Would Be Thine And Thine Alone;
And This The Prayer My Lips Are Bringing,
Lord, Let In Me Thy Will Be Done.
I’m Tried Of Sin, Footsore And Weary,
The Darksome Path Hath Dreary Grown,
But Now A Light Has Risen To Cheer Me!
I Find In Thee My Star, My Sun.
Sweet Will Of God, Still Fold Me Closer,
Till I Am Wholly Lost In Thee;
Sweet Will Of God, Still Fold Me Closer,
Till I Am Wholly Lost In Thee.
Thy Precious Will, O Conquering Saviour.
Doth Now Embrace And Compass Me;
All Discords Hushed, My Peace A River,
My Soul, A Prisoned Bird Set Free.
Shut In With Thee, O Lord, For Ever,
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