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VI.

[O Father of all]

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To—“'Tis finish'd, 'tis done!

O Father of all,
Who fillest with good
The ravens that call
On Thee for their food;
Them ready to perish
Thou lov'st to sustain,
And wilt Thou not cherish
The children of men?
On Thee we depend
Our wants to supply,
Whose goodness shall send
Us bread from the sky:

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On earth Thou shalt give us
A taste of Thy love,
And shortly receive us
To banquet above.