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