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