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