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