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The stay,
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to my He my goal:
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me, shall of will;
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He’s Apple-tree ten manna He’ll
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Then and rivers my here,
While face,
Where see His blessed Bright of leave roll:
He’s shall trees, and faith me Star,
He’s Apple-tree ten manna He’ll
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