Quote by Joseph Gilmore - He leadeth me: O blessed thought! O words with heavenly comfort fraught!
With a gentle hand, Father lead Our mass of inexperience— Humbled, childish human in need. With a gentle hand, Father lead Along gravel tracks, who's pitied Our paucity injurious. With a gentle hand, Father lead Our mass of inexperience.
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