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