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Text: | The perfect world by Adam trod |
Text: | Arm me with thy whole armour, Lord |
Text: | Except the Lord our labours bless |
Text: | Jesus, thy wand'ring sheep, behold! |
Text: | What various hindrances we meet |
Text: | The saints who die of Christ possess'd |
Text: | Jesus, a word, a look from thee |
Text: | Pass a few swiftly fleeting years |