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Now the Lord our souls has fed,
With Himself, the Living Bread;
Fed us, sitting at His feet,
With the finest of the wheat.
We have endless treasure found;
We have all things and abound;
Rich abundance and to spare;
Shall we not the blessing share?
For, while we are feasting here,
Starving millions, far and near,
Call us with the bitter cry:
Come and help us, or we die!
In this day of full increase,
Shall we, can we, hold our peace?
Staying here we do not well;
Now, then let us go and tell—
Tell how He hath set us free,
How He leads triumphantly;
How He satisfies our need;
How His rest is rest indeed.
Speak, for we, Thy servants, hear;
Thou hast taught us not to fear;
And whate’er Thy word shall be,
We can do it, Lord, in Thee.
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Meter:
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7 7 7 7
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Dates:
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1890
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Bible Refs:
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Jn 6:51;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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NEW CALABAR
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Meter:
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7 7 7 7
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