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eyes. night near; Oh, Thou be servant’s my Thee Thy if cloud no hide of dear, It Thou from may Sun earthborn Savior arise To not soul, is |
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the Savior’s of breast. sleep My how thought kindly rest Forever sweet gently steep, Be my eyelids on to wearied last When soft my dews |
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die. night without with I not I Abide Thee me is when me without till dare nigh, For eve, For with from morn cannot Thee live; Abide |
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we the in of our way the lose love We Thy through us near, when ocean Thee ourselves take; Till in wake, Ere we and bless world above. Come |
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