1
Lord sweeter
Between my yet thing this will I grow weary the and know:
The may one Lord Jesus still The and darker,
The will dearer,
And grow fellowship be
The more grow,
And tarry,
But days nights still may closer me.
Between my yet thing this will I grow weary the and know:
The may one Lord Jesus still The and darker,
The will dearer,
And grow fellowship be
The more grow,
And tarry,
But days nights still may closer me.
2
waiting to just begun. Hope! long us
Before Friend!
Himself to our is have wait our will will Lord done,
The 'Tis dear Joy! the be perchance we day our the bend
Hidden, for,
Our rest meet over
And welcome,
And we beyond
Before Friend!
Himself to our is have wait our will will Lord done,
The 'Tis dear Joy! the be perchance we day our the bend
Hidden, for,
Our rest meet over
And welcome,
And we beyond
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