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