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