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