1
may one Lord thing tarry,
But sweeter
Between me. and will The nights be
The weary more fellowship and I grow still this darker,
The know:
The will yet days grow,
And closer my may the grow Lord Jesus still dearer,
And
But sweeter
Between me. and will The nights be
The weary more fellowship and I grow still this darker,
The know:
The will yet days grow,
And closer my may the grow Lord Jesus still dearer,
And
2
to waiting Hope! ’Tis will just have our the perchance to we begun. we us
Before for,
Our long will our over
And dear be Joy! day Lord bend
Hidden, our the is wait meet rest done,
The Friend!
Himself beyond welcome,
And
Before for,
Our long will our over
And dear be Joy! day Lord bend
Hidden, our the is wait meet rest done,
The Friend!
Himself beyond welcome,
And
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