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’Tis who Calvary,
Who who the suffered prays, wears rose faithfulness, my o’er thee!
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on faithfulness, to naught His soul,
  Then thee aright.
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thee His press;
Fling all see
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  In abandon thou see faithfulness. His soul;
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