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When my hands are tired and my step is slow |
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Walk beside me and give me the strength to go |
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Fill my face with |
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Your courage, so defeat won't show |
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Pick me up when |
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I stumble, so the world won't know |
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Lead me Father, with the staff of life |
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Give me the strength for a song |
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That the words |
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I sing might more strength bring |
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To help some poor troubled, weary worker along |
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When my way is light but |
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I still can see |
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With a strong hand, strike out the blindness in me |
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Show me work that |
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I should carry on for |
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TheeMake my way straight and narrow like |
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You wanted to be |
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Lead me Father, with the staff of life |
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Give me the strength for a song |
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That the words |
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I sing might more strength bring |
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To help some poor troubled, weary worker along |
