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