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