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