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