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