Cantique : has our Now souls fed the Lord

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

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

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

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

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

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

has our Now souls fed the Lord