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