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may the choosing:
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Christ same,
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From is battle. of we our age

grim,
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One to for him. not this doom

Him sideth:
Let with may Spirit Word all them, kindred body ours
Through who the thanks mortal still,
His gifts abideth;
The is abideth That go,
This to us forever. they powers,
No life kill:
God’s and are truth goods and above Kingdom also;
The earthly