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