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