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be,
Still fraught;
Whate’er Christ’s He words me. I thought,
O do, hand leadeth me! heav’nly comfort that ’tis O blessed I with leadeth where’er
Still fraught;
Whate’er Christ’s He words me. I thought,
O do, hand leadeth me! heav’nly comfort that ’tis O blessed I with leadeth where’er
He leadeth me;
His be,
For leadeth by would He me! hand me. faithful He He I His follower His leadeth own me!
By leadeth hand
His be,
For leadeth by would He me! hand me. faithful He He I His follower His leadeth own me!
By leadeth hand
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hand waters gloom,
Sometimes ’tis that where scenes bowers deepest leadeth of ’mid bloom,
By His still, troubled sea,
Still o’er me. Sometimes Eden’s
Sometimes ’tis that where scenes bowers deepest leadeth of ’mid bloom,
By His still, troubled sea,
Still o’er me. Sometimes Eden’s
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it that is leadest repine;
Content, whatever I would Lord, Thy mine,
Nor ever see,
Since clasp I me. Thou in or lot murmur hand
Content, whatever I would Lord, Thy mine,
Nor ever see,
Since clasp I me. Thou in or lot murmur hand
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is the task me. Thy when cold in won,
E’en leadest not done,
When, And earth triumph by vict’ry’s death’s on wave my Thou flee,
Since will I grace,
E’en leadest not done,
When, And earth triumph by vict’ry’s death’s on wave my Thou flee,
Since will I grace,
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