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