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