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Spring-Water
When men from all the region brought
Great gifts to the Great King,
One poorest wight could offer nought
But water from the spring.
Great gifts to the Great King,
One poorest wight could offer nought
But water from the spring.
The Great King smiled, well pleased; and Thou,
Lord, wilt not Thou receive
My simple trust in Thee, which now
Is all my dearth can give?
Lord, wilt not Thou receive
My simple trust in Thee, which now
Is all my dearth can give?
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