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Shall the endless found;
We all treasure abound;
Rich blessing

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

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in shall Lord, us whate’er servants, Thy Speak, for word Thy hear;
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