Cantique : fed Lord Now has our the souls

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

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

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

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

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

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

fed Lord Now has our the souls