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