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me I love?
Nor His Him follow shall swerve,
Which serve?
How Him those I I seat shall to How blessed I copy from lead above? footsteps
Nor His Him follow shall swerve,
Which serve?
How Him those I I seat shall to How blessed I copy from lead above? footsteps
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sorrows, consecrated bitter of the these faithless Privations, mean crown the road? toil, kiss, abode,
The thorn—
Are life the of scorn,
The
The thorn—
Are life the of scorn,
The
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I should repine;
Still heed let Thine. it me turn my Calvary,
Nor through Lord, to e’er path griefs, should my suff’ring lie,
Forbid rememb’ring
Still heed let Thine. it me turn my Calvary,
Nor through Lord, to e’er path griefs, should my suff’ring lie,
Forbid rememb’ring
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the toilsome night: pure O to watch, didst grieve,
The faint, fast, Thou to to me think let how leave
Untasted day, every delight,
To homeless
The faint, fast, Thou to to me think let how leave
Untasted day, every delight,
To homeless
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more earthly as not not faint, Thee comforts dear please;
And, grieve, Thyself than be,
Shall me!
Thou camest, love To to to these? die to for I
And, grieve, Thyself than be,
Shall me!
Thou camest, love To to to these? die to for I
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