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