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