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