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Lord, I would clasp Thy hand in mine, |
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And when my task on earth is done, |
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Nor ever murmur nor repine, |
When, by Thy grace, the victory's won, |
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Content, whatever lot I see, |
E'en death's cold wave I will not flee, |
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Since 'tis my God that leadeth me. |
Since Thou through Jordan leadest me. |
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