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1352.
[Saviour, we nothing have to fear]
And nothing shall by any means hurt you.
—x. 19.
Saviour, we nothing have to fear,
Whate'er our flesh may here endure,
From sin, the world, and Satan near
Thy promise shall our souls secure:
No evil can afflict or grieve
A saint that on Thy truth relies;
Safe in the toils of hell we live,
As in the bowers of paradise.
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