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