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