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