1
may my and know:
The nights still days will weary Lord this dearer,
And sweeter
Between thing still will Jesus the be
The Lord fellowship grow,
And closer The and may more darker,
The one yet grow me. I grow tarry,
But
The nights still days will weary Lord this dearer,
And sweeter
Between thing still will Jesus the be
The Lord fellowship grow,
And closer The and may more darker,
The one yet grow me. I grow tarry,
But
2
long is over
And just waiting will will done,
The have for,
Our dear we our welcome,
And the to we Lord rest Hope! Joy! meet wait bend
Hidden, our to us
Before be Friend!
Himself the our day beyond ’Tis perchance begun.
And just waiting will will done,
The have for,
Our dear we our welcome,
And the to we Lord rest Hope! Joy! meet wait bend
Hidden, our to us
Before be Friend!
Himself the our day beyond ’Tis perchance begun.
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