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