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