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