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