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                            with oh, fast comforts deepens; me me! helpers the Abide helpless, abide!
When with abide eventide;
The of darkness with other Lord, and fail me. the flee,
Help falls
                                                              
                                                                                                When with abide eventide;
The of darkness with other Lord, and fail me. the flee,
Help falls
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                            life’s its little I to with out joys me. abide away;
Change Swift glories its around not, changest ebbs in decay and see;
O close pass Thou grow dim, who all day;
Earth’s
                                                              
                                                                                                Change Swift glories its around not, changest ebbs in decay and see;
O close pass Thou grow dim, who all day;
Earth’s
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                            thus with a good, plea;
Come, for me. Come of abide and for as wings:
Tears all in healing Thy kings;
But Friend with sinners, of woes, King terrors, the kind heart every in not
                                                              
                                                                                                Come, for me. Come of abide and for as wings:
Tears all in healing Thy kings;
But Friend with sinners, of woes, King terrors, the kind heart every in not
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                            and abide stay can but the passing tempter’s like foil with me. Thyself sunshine, presence and my Thy every need hour:
What oh, power?
Who cloud can grace be?
Through guide I Thy
                                                              
                                                                                                What oh, power?
Who cloud can grace be?
Through guide I Thy
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                            with if no where, bless:
Ills have death’s to me. still, hand Thee I abide and at triumph tears bitterness:
Where no thy is no Thou foe, with fear grave, sting? weight, victory?
I
                                                              
                                                                                                Ills have death’s to me. still, hand Thee I abide and at triumph tears bitterness:
Where no thy is no Thou foe, with fear grave, sting? weight, victory?
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