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