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