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