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