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