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

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

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

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

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

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

fed souls has the our Now Lord