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