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None e’r rise but the LORD above doth will it
Nor ocean hold a drop except a Good God fill it
A single hair doth not from a saint’s head fall
But a knowing God of loving Grace sees all.

He counts our tears as well as years
As in a bottle kept, and so each weak one bears.
He kept vigil as weary disciples slept.
Mark His words, for every single one is kept.
I have learned to abound and also to be abased
Drink the cup, eating all He on my table placed
While faith this fare has not always understood
It can trust this God, knowing always God is Good.
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	table salt None e’r rise but the LORD above doth will it Nor ocean hold a drop except a Good God fill it A single hair doth not from a saint’s head fall But a knowing God of loving Grace sees all. He counts our tears as well as years As in a bottle kept, and so each weak one bears. He kept vigil as weary disciples slept. Mark His words, for every single one is kept. I have learned to abound and also to be abased Drink the cup, eating all He on my table placed While faith this fare has not always understood It can trust this God, knowing always God is Good. -id