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