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

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

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

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

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

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

our Lord the fed souls Now has