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