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LEAVE ME WITH MY MOTHER |
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3 Leave me with my mother and her prayers of love, Fervent, fervent prayers of love. Leave me with my mother, she is heard above, Kindly, kindly heard above.
HE LEADETH ME BESIDE STILL WATERS |
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3 Lord, I would clasp Thy hand in mine, Nor ever murmur or repine,' Content, whatever lot I see, Since, 'tis God's hand that leadeth me. |
4 And when my task on earth is done, When by Th'y'grace the victory's won: E'en death's cold wave I will not flee, Since God through Jordan leadeth me. |
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