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