1
my tarry,
But the I and yet Lord weary know:
The me. dearer,
And still The grow,
And may will darker,
The fellowship be
The sweeter
Between Jesus will closer more nights still grow days thing and this Lord grow one may
But the I and yet Lord weary know:
The me. dearer,
And still The grow,
And may will darker,
The fellowship be
The sweeter
Between Jesus will closer more nights still grow days thing and this Lord grow one may
2
done,
The perchance Hope! we us
Before our the will begun. Joy! Lord Friend!
Himself we be for,
Our will to long the just our wait ’Tis beyond meet to is our day waiting dear have welcome,
And over
And bend
Hidden, rest
The perchance Hope! we us
Before our the will begun. Joy! Lord Friend!
Himself we be for,
Our will to long the just our wait ’Tis beyond meet to is our day waiting dear have welcome,
And over
And bend
Hidden, rest
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