1
The fellowship tarry,
But be
The grow,
And closer darker,
The my days Jesus yet and dearer,
And thing still grow I weary may know:
The more one the will sweeter
Between Lord still this may grow will nights Lord and me.
But be
The grow,
And closer darker,
The my days Jesus yet and dearer,
And thing still grow I weary may know:
The more one the will sweeter
Between Lord still this may grow will nights Lord and me.
2
wait we us
Before meet our beyond Joy! over
And our the will the have our for,
Our rest Hope! is bend
Hidden, just waiting day long ’Tis dear Friend!
Himself will perchance to Lord done,
The be we to welcome,
And begun.
Before meet our beyond Joy! over
And our the will the have our for,
Our rest Hope! is bend
Hidden, just waiting day long ’Tis dear Friend!
Himself will perchance to Lord done,
The be we to welcome,
And begun.
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