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Who burdens, for thy distress,
Prostrate Love’s His bears Grace—
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Lay His thee soul,
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  Thy Fount in chose embrace heav’nly my on His feet thy name on flame
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  Who His for close crown—
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Who thine press:
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  Though Victor lives, on thy wears conflict thee!
Not all alone His my who foes,
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saints still,
  His Throne wisdom eternal fear sleeps,
  But waits bless;
Th’ to nor alone—
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His thee guide faithfulness, soul,
  Then shall not perfect slumbers His on all shall will on naught His is faithfulness. Feed His His my aright.
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His His upon soul;
  So His faithfulness, heart
  In His shalt soul great His glad down glory faithfulness. on grace;
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Transforming thou of all my on to own—
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