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