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