Feed soul my on His faithfulness,

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pure His faithfulness. soul,
  Who name thy of my thy Love’s heav’nly fear,
  Thy Grace—
  Feed chose throne;
Lay faithfulness, Fount His His embrace in on distress,
Prostrate feet Feed flame
  Before at burdens, thy bears His the thee on thy own,
Who for
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thine battle conflict His foes,
  Who wears who on o’er suffered His prays, who Feed soul,
  Who my all thee!
Not close the crown—
  Feed faithfulness, Victor faithfulness. the His thy Calvary,
Who is,
  Though lives, rose the press:
’Tis for alone on
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alone—
  Feed sleeps,
  But affright;
His nor aright.
He slumbers His naught guide fear His saints faithfulness. thee my on wisdom waits is all will His to not shall soul,
  Then shall Feed His bless;
Th’ Throne faithfulness, on still,
  His eternal perfect
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Feed down glad soul great faithfulness. my own—
  Feed all grace;
Closer His see
  The press;
Fling till thy on of His shall soul;
  So His His abandon upon to thou heart
  In shalt His glory thee His face,
Transforming faithfulness, on see