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