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 stay my haste, I make de - lays, For what a - vails this ea-ger pace? I

stars come nightly to the sky; The ti - dal wave un - to the sea; Nor

stand, a - mid th'e - ter - nal ways. And what is mine shall know my face, I

time, nor space, nor deep, nor high, Can keep my own a - way from me, Nor

Stand a - mid th'e - ter-nal ways, And what is mine shall know my face. time, nor space, nor deep, nor high, Can keep my own a - way from me.