Hymn: Lord Now our the has souls fed

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the Himself, at us, fed,
With finest the Living of the the our feet,
With sitting His wheat. Bread;
Fed souls Now Lord has

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all have to treasure and not abundance have blessing endless abound;
Rich we spare;
Shall found;
We the share? things We and

3

we and here,
Starving we For, and near,
Call feasting far us help die. millions, are cry:
Come the while with bitter us, or

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we, let day us this of increase,
Shall can here go well;
Now and full do then, not hold In peace?
Staying tell: we our we,

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rest set how satisfies He rest He Tell triumphantly;
How leads hath us free,
How is need;
How our His indeed. He

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hear;
Thou hast to servants, not for fear;
And do Thy taught be,
We can we, in word Thy whate’er us Speak, shall it, Thee. Lord,

Lord Now our the has souls fed