the cross throne from to little flock, the Fear not,

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into for throne,
From from flock, for love. His death power of the flock His life own;
All to power Him in He all cross went the given above,
Is not, little to earth, Fear the
 
possible, only are believe;
All believe;
Only things believe, only believe, are things only possible, Only only believe;
  All believe.
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the the Fear flock, sweeten Marah must Shepherd ahead,
Your path not, thee,
He tread;
The bitter in drank He all Gethsemane. selecteth of for waters little goeth you He’ll
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darkness and is little being forsakes, whatever He “the doors in your not, dawn. never shut”
He count Fear enters presence flock, never rooms, His all gone,
So lot,
He on