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