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OVER THE KNEADING-TROUGH
The Saviour said his word of truth
Was like a leaven fine
That made the bread of common life
To match the spirit-wine.
Was like a leaven fine
That made the bread of common life
To match the spirit-wine.
From oldest time, when shepherds dwelt
In tents of hair outspread,
This art was ordered with the law
That man should live by bread.
In tents of hair outspread,
This art was ordered with the law
That man should live by bread.
By bread, but “not by bread alone”
The spirit hath its need,
And on the ministry of truth
Its growing strength must feed.
The spirit hath its need,
And on the ministry of truth
Its growing strength must feed.
My practised hand the loaf can mould,
With careful touch and swift,
While my thoughts seek what Faith can bring
From Life's surpassing gift.
With careful touch and swift,
While my thoughts seek what Faith can bring
From Life's surpassing gift.
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