Hymn: souls fed Now our has Lord the

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

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

3

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

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

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

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

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