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Food, raiment, dwelling, health and friends,
Thou, Lord, hast made our lot;
With thee our bliss begins and ends,
As we are thine, or not.
For these we bend the humble knee,
Our grateful spirits bow;
Yet from thy gifts we turn to thee —
Be thou our portion, Thou!
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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echo ' | ';
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