| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - leave me, nor yet forsake me here,While I live by faith and do His blessed will;A wall of fire about me, I have nothing now to fear,From His manna He my hungry soul shall fill.Then sweeping up to glory to see His blessed face,Where the rivers of delight shall ever roll;he is the Lily of the Valley, the Bright and Morning Star,he is the fairest of ten thousand to my soul...
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