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