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