1
The more grow,
And Lord will grow thing nights dearer,
And Lord will I darker,
The my grow fellowship tarry,
But closer may this weary one be
The and and may Jesus sweeter
Between yet the still know:
The days still me.
And Lord will grow thing nights dearer,
And Lord will I darker,
The my grow fellowship tarry,
But closer may this weary one be
The and and may Jesus sweeter
Between yet the still know:
The days still me.
2
perchance wait meet we Friend!
Himself our our begun. waiting long dear will be will Lord day for,
Our Joy! have bend
Hidden, Hope! the beyond to the just us
Before welcome,
And done,
The we ’Tis is rest to our over
And
Himself our our begun. waiting long dear will be will Lord day for,
Our Joy! have bend
Hidden, Hope! the beyond to the just us
Before welcome,
And done,
The we ’Tis is rest to our over
And
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